Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
2 min readFeb 1, 2023

When I was 5

I called my daddy Superman

He held my world and heart

Safely, in his hands


His little girl,

A faithful shadow, sun or gloom

He was my pops

And I, his little boo


When I was 8, I asked him if he’d marry me

I don’t know how — he held his laughter in

He told me no, but one day-you’ll be wild and free

My first love, could never love me more — than him


By age 13, I thought that I knew everything

I no longer believed — my daddy hung the moon

Superman had flaws, now nothing — but authority

I looked forward to the solitude, in my room


At 16, boys were all I thought about

Daddy’s rules, only got in the way

By age 18, I was nearly out the door

A car to college, and free, by end of May


Away and living, doing things the way I choose

Momma calls, please come home, your daddy’s ill

I stepped unsure, into his sterile, quiet room

A picture of us, there on his windowsill


I was 5

And he was dressed like Superman

So full of life

He and his Lois Lane


He held my hands

Said goodbye to my mom and I

Dawned that cape

And flew off, into the sky


It’s scary without you here with me

Life will rarely, ever be the same

I want so badly to remember everything

And selfishly, relive it all again

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