Super Hero
small boy sits on the hardwood floor
empty room
sits legs tucked under
head lifted to watch out the window
house echoes with last angry sounds
sighs and soft angry whispers
he grips his super hero
strong broad shoulders
armor and secret power
in his hand
car rolls down the rocky drive
he knows the sound and then it stops at the road
he can see
his fathers dark head as he turns
strong broad shoulders
armor and secret power
in his hand
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2011
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