Mini Superhero

Blonde haired, blue eyed, tornado on two feet
smartest, quickest, loudest boy you ever will meet
He'd charm you with his smile
That made him look oh so sweet
But little did you know, he would knock you to your knees

He sang, "There's two, there's four, there's six, there's eight."
played superman and watched his trains.
As Fireman Sam that boy stood so tall
A mini superhero for us all.

Give him an audience and he would preach.
When he grows up he says he wants to teach.
With fire in his eyes and rockets on his feet
He charms his way in to the hearts of all he meets.
He flaps, he spins, he jumps, he leaps
without his shoes upon his feet
dressed up years beyond his age
"81! I AM!", he would always say.

To my side he would rush all 60 of his pounds
At 12 years old he would never back down
The path ahead appears so rough
undaunted with that sight he runs.
Forward only never back
A mini superhero who helped forge my path.

Without these two the world would appear so dim.
Two treasures given by the greatest HIM
blessed with a gift the rest of us will lack
to move forward always without looking back.

For their future is ours as they run and play
linking us for always, each life they have saved
looking through their eyes you could clearly see
that superheroes, even ones so small
do not need capes to save us all.



I wrote this with two of my many "mini superheroes" in mind. If I didn't have them I would still be trudging through a muddy life with no clear path and no end in sight.