‘Look Mom, at a Super Hero sitting on a chair
inside our little living room in Super Hero gear’
The Hero’s eyes are hooded orbs of strange tomfoolery,
un-prepossessed and out to tackle any evil deed.
Fancy a party, a twirling, twist and shout?
Disco bopping, let’s go shopping, flop and smile and
chat with strangers, funny folk,
who don’t need Super Heroes - but do
enjoy fun; a grin, a hug, a sparkled eye-to-eye
and laugh out-loud at crazy pranks that Super Heroes play.
Pre-eminent in mischief,
shenanigans and winning smiles.
You are so blessed: Both to have such wonderful children and to appreciate them so much.
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David
Wonderful. You paint a lovely picture of a lovely person.
ReplyDeleteTwo nice comments above and this one with love to the family.Regards j.
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ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Thanks for sharing!
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