The Superhero Who Made My Lunch

I grew up watching
A superhero make my lunch,
And send me off to school
In that big old yellow bus

She was pretty, and loving
And perfect no matter what,
The chore-giving superhero
Who made better scraped knees and cuts

She gave me advice and
Right from wrong she made clear
As I grew older and more naive,
But she was always a dear

And troubles came along
Like a storm upon the sea
And since he had fallen,
The world was naught, but for she

That superhero still made my lunch
But she went and cried at night
How could I know? What could I do?
I never saw such a sight

She was brave and courageous,
Strong and bold, and to accomplish everything
No one could tell her that she
Could fly again with such battered wings

But now that I am older
And a hint wiser, too,
I see what has been held in for so long,
After all, it is true

Her eyes do not sparkle
Like they did before
Her emotions are trembling,
And brought to the fore

Now I see a battered soul
I see her break down and cry
I see a storm in the waters ahead
I see trouble in her eyes

That superhero who held me up
And taught me how to live
Now needs support from me,
So how much can I give?

I will give her one shoulder to lean on,
And the second to help her stand tall
I will give her one arm to comfort,
And the second to hold when she falls

I will give her one ear to listen
And one eye is all that is needed
To see that now is the time
When she is more than simply defeated

She can build up again her walls of protection
And shelter her soul before anyone else,
Because this superhero cannot fly again
If she does not believe in herself

I will never know everything
That has brought her crashing down
But maybe with some love and comfort,
She will come around

Soon enough she will be back on her feet,
Ready to take the next punch
Because nothing means more than seeing her strong,
The dear superhero mother who made my lunch