My very own BFG

I have my very own BFG, but to most he is known under a different title. 
The title of father, dad, perhaps even pops. He's my BFG and he's none the wiser. 

I didn't realise how close we were, until being apart gave me the perspective I needed to see our bond. 
He'll never know how many times I've been compared to him, never an insult, always a compliment to me. 

Several years have passed me by, of late it all seems like a dream. 
My pops, my dad, my father - my BFG, will never cease to make my heart warm with his love. 
Yet it is not in his words, nor is it in his actions. 
The love we share, the bond we have - is innate, in my DNA, in my heart. 
No matter how much I would ever wish to escape him, I could never - he is me and I him.

So, how to you quantify a man who is bigger than himself. 
How do you exemplify a soul too deep to measure. 
My BFG, always seen as the giant, yet rarely understood as the gentle. 

Here I am, still the little girl I was before, older by years and numbers but not by choice. 
There he is, still the same amazing person, unaware of the impact and the joy he brings me.
We may not have the most tangible of relations, nor do always we share the same approach to life.
What we do have is blood, guts and spirit and thats enough for me because I'm his mini-me. 

I have my own BFG, he's been my hero, although the battles were few. 
He's nursed my broken heart and kissed my broken skin. 
He's the voice of velvet and the laugh of a thousand tidal waves. 
He's my BFG and he doesn't know it, he's the courage in my heart and my voice of reason.

My dad, my father, my pops - my BFG. 
If only you knew, if only you see what I see. 





*BFG - Big Friendly Giant