An Ode to my Mother:

Some Heroes aren't celebrated, the way that they should,
Some heroes make differences, they never thought they could.
What makes a hero? It's never been clear,
Is it someone who fly's, climbs, or causes great fear?

Is a hero a hero because he wears tights,
Drives fast cars or soars to great heights?
Is a hero a hero because he saves lives,
can throw balls of fire or very sharp knives?

Can a hero be someone without any fame?
Without lots of riches or a special made name?
Can a hero be someone who takes you to school?
Teaches you to ride bikes and swim in the pool?

Can a hero be someone who makes you eat greens.
No matter how much you protest and you scream?
Can a hero be someone who sings you to sleep
Who shoos away monsters without making a peep?

Is a hero a friend who knows just what to say.
When you slip and you fall or just have a bad day?
Can a hero be someone who plays hide and seek,
Who tells you you're pretty when you think you're a freak?

I'll tell you the truth about heroes and all,
MY hero can't fly and is not very tall.
My hero gets scared when facing great height,
She does not have powers or extraordinary might.

But those things don't make someone a hero you see
My hero's a hero because she matters to Me.
My hero's my hero because she gave of her time
to feed me and wash me and scrub off the grime.

She taught me my numbers and alphabet too,
She scrubbed at the birthmark she thought might be poo.
She helped brush my teeth and comb out my hair,
No matter how much I caused her despair.

She taught me to read and to value the world
She taught me to live life and never say "bored".
My hero is playful and loves to pull pranks,
In April she plans these and goes to great lengths.

She made me feel safe when I crawled in her bed,
after having a dream that got stuck in my head.
She let me skip school to spend time just us two,
To do something special, maybe go somewhere new.

She watched me play sports and cheered when I won
At the beach, gave me shirts to protect from the sun.
She carefully wiped away my crocodile tears,
When things came around that brought out my fears.

Can you guess who's my hero or do you still need more clues,
My hero's so versatile and has many hues,

My hero's the person I've always admired,
My MOTHER's my hero, to whom I've aspired.