Strong Heart.
A Lion from the start.
Full o’ roar, muscle, gristle.
He’s a pulser,
a real pistol.

Strong Heart never does cry,
and he has no reason to lie.
Because if he offends you,
he’ll fuss and argue,
until he turns blue.

He yells at your feet,
“Get out to run now!”
He whispers to your belly,
“Why not a little more cow?”

Strong Heart can be disagreeable.
His opinions are always
the most important.
to him.

He believes he is king,
of most everything.
And Smart, Sour & Achey Hearts
are all his minions.

Strong heart is not all bad.
He holds your hand,
to help keep away sad.
He’s a wicked warrior
and a boss bouncer.

He likes protein and big,
slobbery dogs.
He only drinks water,
and he’s the one who makes your muscles
sore after the gym.

He mostly hangs out with Smart Heart.
His lady, his love.
She’s got quite a hold on him,
she’s his lil dove.

Strong Heart does break.
Then Achey steps up to the plate.
That’s ok though,
he can’t always run the show.

Strong Heart is mine.
He helps me all the time.
When you’re putting me down,
or pushing me around—
Strong Heart steps in,
with a wink and a grin.

Thank you, Strong Heart.
For keeping me safe.
For moving my body.
For filling my plate.

And though at times,
you can be abrasive,
hard-headed or rude—
I know that you’re actually
a pretty stand up dude.

Just remember Strong,
you need not always be—
the top, best,
or hardest, you see.

I love you
even when you feel small.
I love your short,
I love your tall.

And if you fall short,
I assure you this:
I’m just a few push ups away
from your return to bliss.