Sometimes my dad's a superhero
He manages to
make coffee, pump his bike tires, eat breakfast, call his wife, stretch and exercise, pace through the whole apartment wondering what to do next, clean his office, check his email, change the water filter, and ask to bike me to work, all in a bathrobe and boxers.
This is in the time it takes me to eat 5 bowls of cereal, read a page in a book, and eat 5 more bowls.
Other days my dad's like me
He sits and mopes around
And blames his down in the dumps attitude
On the way he was treated
Rather than how he interpretted it.
I was reading a book on the inner kid in us
Who never had the right parents
Or the right environment
And grew up alone, with boundaries, fake maturity, and a lack of individuality.
Maybe it isn't how we grew up or what we saw
Maybe it isn't how we were treated
But rather how we treated ourselves
Maybe its meant to be this way
We all have superhero days
Or superhero acts once in a while
Ultimately its up to us
If we can save the planet.
My dad's always trying to save mine
Whether I would like it to be saved or not.
My dad, the superhero.