My own kind of superheroes
This is not your ordinary poem
It may sound a little odd
A little out of rhyme
And maybe a little out of thought
I had a conversation with a 7 year old kid
He asked me, an ordinary but quite strange question
Who is your favorite superhero?
I answered him bluntly
I don’t have any favorite superhero!
He asked again, and he said why?
I answered, I don’t know
And heart crestfallen, he left
But honestly, I really don’t know the answer
I never imagined that I actually believe in superhero
I know it exists
Maybe in comics and books, movies and series
But in real life?
Do they even exist?
Staring blankly at the clouds
I contemplated and realized that I had my own superhero
It wasn’t a fictional character
Nor an illusion of someone who’s great enough to save your life
But it was someone whom you know
Personally, They are the ones who sacrificed their lives just to help you grow
Indeed, its the two best people in the world
The two weirdest and funniest person I know
They selflessly accepted a simple present from a miscreant person
Who ideally made a mistake, but end up doing the right thing
They took care of it, sacrifice their own happiness just to support this precious gem
They weren’t three strings attached
They weren’t thick as their blood joined together
They were three strangers who found their lost pieces in each other
They were destined to encounter an unusual miracle
Fate handled them well
I think it’s my answer to the strange question
Who is your superhero?
It must be who are my superheroes?
They are my silly-lovable-weird-parents
They sacrificed a ton of things just to make me happy
Working and struggling to provide the basic needs this colorful life we have
They even laugh through tough times
Throwing the corniest jokes I heard
And lastly, they give the most sincere and true criticism and compliments to me.
My parents are my superhero
No more question asked
Hey kid! I got something here
How was your weekend going everyone? 🙂