Mommy was a queen leaving me her princess.
Daddy was superman making him my hero.
He would throw me in the air and I thought that I could fly.
With a five year olds eyes waking up from a nightmare
he stood before me and whispered it was just a dream.
When I was little, I believed everything my dad said when I was scared.
Blinded by my fears I couldn’t see his fear in his eyes.
Mommy fell from her thrown leaving me in the hands of fate.
And daddy is still my hero just with out a cape.
Now I sit with 5 year olds eyes 22 years later
Waiting for him to say it’s just a dream.
But I’m not five anymore and this isn’t a dream but a nightmare that’s real.
When he looks at me all I see is the fears and tears in his eyes
he knows this time, it might not be all right
I want to be five again
things were so much easier when monsters were under my bed rather than in my mind.
I don‘t know why I see only one way out…but I know what keeps from leaving and that’s the love in his heart







Keep up the excellent work and God bless you my fellow poetic friend. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope you have a fantastic/white Christmas.
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