Life as we know it ceases to exist,
All for the little boy who cries.
He is in pain, he doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t understand the world and how cruel it can be.
He doesn’t understand why daddy moved away,
All he knows is his Superman action figure.
His tiny legs look to Superman’s muscularity,
His eyes a full blue wish to be shiny and happy like Superman’s.
The only thing he looks forward to each day,
Is watching Superman save Lois.
Their love so wonderful it makes him wish his Mommy had that.
He wished his step dad would save her instead of make her cry and turn her skin purple and black.
Why can’t Daddy be Superman?
Why can’t he save Mommy when she cries every night?
Why can’t he open the closet he is kept in,
When Mommy doesn’t want his step dad hurting him too.
Doesn’t he love Mommy anymore?
Mommy says there is no more Daddy,
That he has to find another man to believe in.
The little boy yearns for a hero,
Someone like Superman,
To save him from this wretched life of his.
The next day he starts school for the first time.
He meets a man named Klark Kent.
He is the boys Kindergarten teacher,
No he isn’t Superman but to the little boy he is.
The boy stops crying, turns his pain into determination to succeed.
He now has his hero,
Mr. Kent, his teacher.
(C) Tabatha Goughneour 2003