Heroes

It’s sad that children grow and mature for when they’re very small

they think their parents heroes who can do no wrong at all.

There is a time I can recall when my little ones humbled me

with their innocent and confident trust in me their dear Mummy.

We’d had plush new carpets laid and the doors were all too long.

They kept sticking on the shag pile and were hard to close or open.

The boys were in their bedroom and realised they couldn’t get out.

They panicked and started calling for me obviously beginning to doubt

that they would ever leave again – to be stuck there evermore

if Mother couldn’t help them and open their boudoir door.

"Stand back a way," I shouted loud, then building up a steam

I gave the wood a five high kick that would've turned Jackie Chan dark green.

And as I forced the culprit open I looked downwards to see

four big blue saucers gazing up at me.

Then still wide-eyed they turned to each other and said in unison

with voices soft and filled with awe, “Just like Wonder Woman!”