Eight Years Old


At Eight years old, you believed superman was your real hero.

At eight years old, my mom was mine and she needed to heal.


You didnt believe superman ever took off his cape.

I never thought my mom would loose her hair and her  faith.


Kryptonite became Supermans enemy.

My mom's was cancer, due to heredity. 


At eight years old, you thought superman was indestructible.

At eight years old, I didn't think my mom would become untouchable.





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