11-22-2023, 06:59 AM
Batman
In the pages of time's forgotten tale,
Rests an old Batman comic, weathered and frail.
A relic of my youth, a treasure to behold,
A gift from my father, a story yet untold.
On a journey to Nova Scotia's distant shore,
He found this comic and left it by my door.
With each turn of the page, a memory unfurled,
A reminder that heroes can exist in this world.
For within the inked lines and vibrant hues,
Lies a narrative of courage, of justice pursued.
But as I gaze upon this relic of my past,
I realize it's my father who was the hero, steadfast.
He was just a man, with no cape and no cowl,
Yet he possessed a strength that I’d like to have now.
His love, his guidance, his unwavering support,
He was the superhero, I never knew that I sought.
So as I hold this comic, with reverence and pride,
I'll remember the hero who stood by my side.
In this dusty old book from a dusty old draw,
I'll never forget what I loved him for.
In the pages of time's forgotten tale,
Rests an old Batman comic, weathered and frail.
A relic of my youth, a treasure to behold,
A gift from my father, a story yet untold.
On a journey to Nova Scotia's distant shore,
He found this comic and left it by my door.
With each turn of the page, a memory unfurled,
A reminder that heroes can exist in this world.
For within the inked lines and vibrant hues,
Lies a narrative of courage, of justice pursued.
But as I gaze upon this relic of my past,
I realize it's my father who was the hero, steadfast.
He was just a man, with no cape and no cowl,
Yet he possessed a strength that I’d like to have now.
His love, his guidance, his unwavering support,
He was the superhero, I never knew that I sought.
So as I hold this comic, with reverence and pride,
I'll remember the hero who stood by my side.
In this dusty old book from a dusty old draw,
I'll never forget what I loved him for.