Super Hero

This is a poem dedicated to my Grandson.

I have a super hero.

He is all my own.

He asks can he be batman.

I say, little one yes you can.

He asks can super heroes cry?

I say I really think so, why?



Mom, we are suppose to feel no danger.

Just be like the lone ranger.

Mom, I can beat up hulk man.

I do so many things that no one else can.



Hey, little super hero that is not were it is at.

You do not have to be like that.

Buddy, you will be a better man by far.

If you stay true to who you are.

Be honest is all you need to do.

The world will be a great place for you.



Ok, little hero time to say goodnight.

I know you will be alright.

I will help you best I can.

Sometimes it is not easy being a man.



.Bat mobile parked by your bed.

Batman pillow under your head.

sweet dreams,tomorrow we will play.

Batman is on his way.



( penned by Deadserious )