A Hero’s Song (A Poem)

When the light
began
to wan and
the ember glow
of dusk,
casting shadows
Tall, deep
and foreboding…

When I
was a child
my father,
tall and
impossibly
strong,
towered over me
perhaps he wore
a cape
but his cape
were the stories
he would read
to Sherry and me.
perhaps he
could bend
steel
but the steel
he would bend
were the words
of the page
bringing Lazarus
or was it
Charlie,
Mr Wonka
Or Danny the
champion of the world
to life.
I lived there
among those pages
the light ignited
heroes to be grasp
Weaving in between my life
dreams.

now
when the
sun starts to wan
Glowing shadows
linger and groan
arms outstretched
as if to reach toward
those pages…

and I take up
my hero’s cape
crawl into my
children’s bed
and utter the sweet
song of fiction
in the hopes that heroes
will still be born
and ignited
in their hearts.

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