Super Hero
Wing tips flopping back and forth,
big shoes to fill, but his tiny feet try.
Dreaming big dreams, planning big things,
though still just a small fry.
Clutching at the pants that threaten to
swallow him whole.
Little fingers struggle with pushing a button
through the stubborn button hole.
Felt hat slides down over big eyes so blue,
Blue like his daddy’s, whose eyes he wishes to
see the world through.
Pretending to be just like his favorite guy,
His greatest icon doesn’t even fly.
Able to slay monsters in the dark of the night,
Strong arms that comfort, words just right.
A child’s heart so full of love and trust,
turned a mere, mortal dad into a
super hero, powerful and just.
~ Teri Liptak ~
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