by arlene s. bice
Guy wanted to be the protector
at 3 years old
he emptied his brother’s piggy bank
sweetly took the little girl next door by the hand
they walked a mile
to the nearest candy store.
Alerted by a frantic me
the police found them
in an area I said
“he would never go that way”
as they walked home
licking their ice cream cones.
He believed in being a super hero
donned the Superman suit I made for him
one Hallowe’en when he was 6
all royal blue with red accents
a golden S splashed on his chest
He raced through the house
building up steam
threw the kitchen door open
onto the back porch and flew
off the ledge
he fell straight down 6 feet.
he was shocked!
surprised! he didn’t fly!
broken-hearted because
he couldn’t fly!
