Unsung Superheroes

No red capes,

no flying powers.

She is, but no bird;

no plane!

Mere woman, so rightly said.

Child - frail and delicate;

fathomed affection nowhere

but in the cradle of mother's arms,

by the touch of her bosoms,

and her heavenly odor.

No red capes,

no flying powers

He is, but no bird;

no plane!

Merely man, so rightly said.

Stumbling, struggling, staggering

fumbling with its steps;

child holds on,

to father's wholesome finger.

No longer hobbles.

Mother and father;

Parents.

The embodiment of compassion,

fellowship and fidelity.

Superheroes, in their own capacities.

Father; one's anchor.

Mother: one's roots.

Masculine and feminine counterparts,

one's support system

since life first bloomed.

From comforting the grief,

of a stomped flower in the yard,

to succoring, love lost,

child's superheroes persisted

selflessly!

The time shall come,

when my woman brings children for me.

The kid shall look, as its superhero;

up to me. Unaware,

I still look up to mine, up in the heavens!

No red capes,

no flying powers.

They are, but no birds;

no planes!

Merely parents, so very rightly said.