My Daddy

My daddy is strong.
He lifts heavy things
as though they were bird's wings.

His skin is kind of wrinkled.
His hair is kind of gray,
but I love him anyway.

He always wears a smile.
He laughs real loud,
it's a comforting sound

He's never cried
and he tells me to do the same.
Only women cry, he claims.

Today he broke the rules.
You see, my mommy died
and all day he cried.