Super Man - Happy Father's Day
My dad is not just "any" dad, he is a "Super" Man …
A hero of the greatest sort - and I'm his biggest fan!
You may think he's a fantasy, but this is not in jest,
For my old dad is "Super" Man, to this I can attest!
He played the part of young "Clark Kent" quite early on it seemed,
I've seen the pictures from his youth … black glasses, hair brill creamed;
I don't remember Lois, though my mom was ever near,
Our "man of steel" was always there to calm and soothe our fears.
We lived in a "Metropolis", suburban though it seemed,
And every day he'd dress for work, in suit and tie you see …
I often heard him say to mom as he went on his way,
"My never-ending battle waits ..." He said it every day!
Each time he went to work, he left with energy to burn,
And when the evening would arrive, his weariness returned;
There must have been some nasty foes he battled every day,
And yet, he always found the time to sit with me and play.
He never was embarrassed when I tried to dress him up,
The tights and cape I made him wear, made mommy just crack up;
I know that they went missing, disappeared without a trace …
(But heard him say he carried briefs each day within that case.)
His x-ray vision was a skill he practiced all the time,
How else would he have seen through walls to catch my childish crimes?
He always seemed to know when I was drawing on the walls,
Or when I was about to trip, each time he caught my falls.
Much "faster than a speeding bullet", he "flew" home each night,
"Leapt over" all my toys and tucked me in most every night;
He often said "Those smiles of yours just simply make me weak."
(His kryptonite was not a crystal … it was mom and me.)
So when you look up to the sky, it's not a bird or plane …
It's just my dad, a "Super" Man … he's "flying" home again.