YOU'RE NO LONGER MY SON'S HEROES

I've spent many Friday nights, watching guy flicks with my son,
you've all taken your turns successfully, being his hero - one by one.
You've portrayed brave policemen, catching all of the bad guys,
he'd imitate you for days after, his admiration hard to disguise.

You were strong, brave soldiers, not unwilling to take a stand,
you fought in many mock battles, and defended this great land.
He spent many years emulating you, bought all of your gimmick toys,
you've all been made millionaires - off the dreams of little boys.

This time as I packed my duty gear, and headed off to base,
I took one long last look, at his sad but stoic face.
He was no longer that little boy, but not quite yet a man,
he was somewhere in between, and trying hard to understand.

As I once again ruffled his hair, and turned to board my jet,
I felt a tug at my sleeve, and turned to see eyes wet.
"Don't worry about Mom. I'll take care of her while you're away.
I've seen all the protests Dad, and I just wanted to say...

I'm taking down my posters, as soon as I get back home,
I know the real difference in heroes, now that I am grown."
"I'm not worried a bit Tommy, I leave her in good hands.
It's not every day a father, sees his son become a man."

©Copyright 2003 by LdyKnowsClass

Author’s Note: God Bless Our Real Heroes And Their Families