Superman

When I was 5

I called my daddy Superman

He held my world and heart

Safely, in his hands

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His little girl,

A faithful shadow, sun or gloom

He was my pops

And I, his little boo

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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

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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

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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

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Away and living, doing things the way I choose