The Cape
The Cape
Superheroes,
moms, dads, and those that we love,
and we can not see... are flawed.
They try hard to hide, their inequities...
in order to give us the illusion
of safety, and security,
in a world that is unsafe,
and very insecure.
Red capes like the movies,
blue capes like the marines,
the color has little to do with the job.
It is a career,
that a parent signs up for,
without knowing
there is no escape clause at all,
no rip cord to pull,
no final five-gallon tank of gas...
to fill back up,
no...
and only the hard ground
to land upon,
when things fail.
Sitting there, or laying there,
on the soil, dirt, dust... of our lives.
We wonder if there was more
we could have done,
or even more, we could do.
But we are here, and then gone.
We do not live forever in this life,
it is the next... heaven,
that things are as they should be.
Here, things are exactly as they are
and we need to know;
the rules, we must follow
the lines, we must not cross...
before teaching time is over,
and we are grown,
left to the whim of the wind.
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