Three Echoes of Love

A hero for me; a guiding voice.
Papa made independence my only choice.
When angry, he was loud,
But cheered the loudest; stood so proud.
He taught me grace; he is my man,
Still my biggest, my biggest fan.

There’s another man who laughed
When I would fall,
But picked me up; he knew it all.
A fighter, most helping roommate I ever had.
My brother taught me how to stand; he is my man,
Still my biggest, my biggest fan.

Now my son; still so tiny, yet so bright,
Believes I am his brightest light.
This admiration for me, his trust so true,
Makes me do whatever I do.
He taught me love; he is my man,
My biggest fan, my biggest fan.