The Hero In Me

I lie and watch the clouds go by; the birds flying high… wondering if Batman and Robin, Spiderman, or Superman was once a kid like me. Did they ever doubt what they would grow up to be? I pretend with my sister that I am Spiderman… Climbing walls and jumping from my bed, finding a plan, to set her free showing her the hero in me. I rescue the dog, from my little brother, when his ears get yanked… then I’m bathed with lots of kisses and I know I’m thanked. Did Batman have a little brother, to inspire… or did Robin have a big brother to admire? No denying Superman was the toughest in my belief. Muscles of steel could stop the meanest thief. Flying all around the world never getting tired, he was the hero who my dad admired. Stopping trains saving ladies in distress, climbing walls swinging from buildings regardless… of criminal ravings. These are the heroes I have grown to love; and the hero in me is all of the above… Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey This was written for my four year old grandson who is simply crazy about spiderman.