My hero


My hero  I'm waiting on a different Superman though.He doesn't have a cape,doesn't fly with special powers.He's definitely not invincible.My Superman is my Mom.She wears scrubs and works 70 hour weeks.She saves the day, there is no denying, the value she brings, to the lives that are needing.She doesn't need a medal or the title of "hero".She knows she does amazing feats and that's astonishing.She can be hurt; a plathora of diseases roam.I pray that she is safe, since she is my hero. I couldn't be more proud to call her my hero.A real hero. My mommy. 

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