Super Mum

Not all super heroes wear their knickers over their tights,
gloat about x-ray vision,
parade their web-shooting powers in public.

Not all super heroes flex their guns,
frolic about on city roof tops,
iron their capes to make sure they flutter 'just so'.

The super-est of all heroes can serve up breakfast
whilst getting a two year old dressed,
magic away tears and the monster under the bed,

shape-shift between doctor, teacher and Sergeant Major .

The super-est of all heroes is easy to spot;
you'll find her waiting at the school gate. 
She needn't flash her pants to draw attention to herself.

"Honour her for all that her hands have done,
    and let her works bring her praise at the city gate." Proverbs 31

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  1. Unknown11 February 2016 at 08:47

    Did you write that? This is nice, I didn't write it.
    New mum, new fun, so blessed this one. Long nights, short days. Go back, no way. Xxx

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