My Hero...

My Hero 

All quiet and peaceful through the night,
Walking silently around my city, 
Where I once met papa coming from, his music practice 
In heaven's name, what you're doing here, 
Isn't it time you were at home  
Silently I nodded as I looked at him
I won't be long!
Hands in pocket's, I walked on, looking left nor right
Head bent with my thoughts
Enjoying the solitude just me by myself
The air fresh on my face as I walked on
The coolness of the night soothed my troubled mind
Walking on with a spring in my step, as if!
I heard Papa playing, a lovely piece of music.
Picking up speed, as I walked faster and faster...
With the music, I could not catch up
I was all of a flutter,
So I took to my heels and run
Ran and run like lightning
I was running in slow motion, so it seemed; 
I could not catch up with Papa
As I ran round the corner there he was
Standing by the street lamps
Eliminating his features in half light
His silhouette gossamer-like in a dream
The air was thick with the scent of the Eucalyptus,
Intermingling with the Pine
The scent was so heavy,
That I thought I was in a dream
Papa, papa I uttered in a scream
Will flowing tears I walked on
With the brightness of the moon for company
I knew there was no Papa
Awaiting, round the corner for me!
My hero
By Connie James.