Reposted by special request from a very special friend:
Cowboys and sidekicks,
were not the only heroes
We idolized, and ran to see
at those "Saturday picture shows."
There was "Superman, and "Batman",
and that magic word, "SHAZAM."
The "cliff-hanger" serials
we hoped would never end.
There were all types of villains-
even "space invaders"-
It was then, that I changed my mind-
to become, a "Caped Crusader."
As those Saturdays passed by-
how I wished that I could fly-
And all I needed was a cape
to soar throughout the sky.
I grabbed a towel, to make a cape,
the largest towel that I could find-
And I didn't tell anyone
what was really on my mind.
I went thru the kitchen
out the door, into the yard-
Mom thought I went out to play,
so I caught her off her guard.
A couple of the neighbor kids,
I now call my "entourage"
gathered with excitement
as I climbed, to the top of the garage.
I stood there with my legs apart-
I could feel the pulsing of my heart-
hands, braced against my hips-
then, the tightening of my lips-
I knew that somewhere in the city-
Crime was out there brewing-
and then I heard my mother's voice-
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!
Well, I tell you folks, there's not a tone
that can evoke such heightened fear-
And the superpowers I thought I had,
suddenly disappeared(as did the other kids)
There was screaming, and yelling-
and amidst the clamor and the din-
Neighbors, looking out their windows-
saying, "it's just that kid again."
I didn't know what she was saying-
but I'll never forget that frown,
And her words got a little worse
when she had to help me down
Banished to the bedroom-
on my bed, with the cape that I had wore-
Contemplating what dreadful fate
my future had in store.
I heard the doorknob turning-
then dad stepped thru the door
He knew I had been crying
as my head hung toward the floor.
What I thought would happen, didn't-
as he sat down on the bed-
then with his hand he gently brushed,
the top of my head.
He explained to me the difference
of what was real, and fantasy-
That those movies are adventures,
not real, just fun to go and see.
Here I am, seventy-two and still alive-
and sometimes I wonder
how I've managed to survive
On my mantle are two pictures
that make me happy, and make me sad-
for those real superheroes-
They're my mother, and my dad.
copyright: richard riddle, August 05, 2014
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC
Reposted by special request from a very special friend:
Cowboys and sidekicks,
were not the only heroes
We idolized, and ran to see
at those "Saturday picture shows."
There was "Superman, and "Batman",
and that magic word, "SHAZAM."
The "cliff-hanger" serials
we hoped would never end.
There were all types of villains-
even "space invaders"-
It was then, that I changed my mind-
to become, a "Caped Crusader."
As those Saturdays passed by-
how I wished that I could fly-
And all I needed was a cape
to soar throughout the sky.
I grabbed a towel, to make a cape,
the largest towel that I could find-
And I didn't tell anyone
what was really on my mind.
I went thru the kitchen
out the door, into the yard-
Mom thought I went out to play,
so I caught her off her guard.
A couple of the neighbor kids,
I now call my "entourage"
gathered with excitement
as I climbed, to the top of the garage.
I stood there with my legs apart-
I could feel the pulsing of my heart-
hands, braced against my hips-
then, the tightening of my lips-
I knew that somewhere in the city-
Crime was out there brewing-
and then I heard my mother's voice-
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!!
Well, I tell you folks, there's not a tone
that can evoke such heightened fear-
And the superpowers I thought I had,
suddenly disappeared(as did the other kids)
There was screaming, and yelling-
and amidst the clamor and the din-
Neighbors, looking out their windows-
saying, "it's just that kid again."
I didn't know what she was saying-
but I'll never forget that frown,
And her words got a little worse
when she had to help me down
Banished to the bedroom-
on my bed, with the cape that I had wore-
Contemplating what dreadful fate
my future had in store.
I heard the doorknob turning-
then dad stepped thru the door
He knew I had been crying
as my head hung toward the floor.
What I thought would happen, didn't-
as he sat down on the bed-
then with his hand he gently brushed,
the top of my head.
He explained to me the difference
of what was real, and fantasy-
That those movies are adventures,
not real, just fun to go and see.
Here I am, seventy-two and still alive-
and sometimes I wonder
how I've managed to survive
On my mantle are two pictures
that make me happy, and make me sad-
for those real superheroes-
They're my mother, and my dad.
copyright: richard riddle, August 05, 2014
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