My Hero
He stoops–
holding on to his rollator,
ringing the bright blue bicycle bell,
the grip of a Marvel comic super hero–
plants each step slowly,
firmly on the ground.
If the neighbors ask to help–
he’s alright–thank you very much.
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Reminds me of mine! Thanks.
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I’ve known people like that. Good work!
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Beautiful.
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Beautiful. Images I see often described so well.
And sometimes I force my help upon others… I wonder how they feel about that.
Yes! One time me I thought a lady looked unsteady and alone in a coffee shop and asked if she needed help—if looks could kill, I’d be dead! Shortly after, 3 folks came in and they were meeting her for coffee & laughing and talking and I had totally misread the moment!
Lovely. I sense he’s your dad. Whoever your hero is, your love for him is beautifully evident.