How to raise Super Heros.

I have  hope for the next generation…
after all of  the “how many times do I have to tell ya”
and the “we never would have dared do that in my mom’s house”…. I have hope for the next generation.
I know I am raising kings and queens.
Super Heros.

Every generation is on the Keep Moving to a Promised Land

We walk forward with  a hope which  will push… propel them into greatness.

Willing to carry the baggage we urge them forward.

Often with a crippled wing I beg to fly ahead and remove anything that would hinder them.
I do my best so they don’t see how curled up and gnarled my weakness is.
Those crippling things which stop me… I try and hide them deep under all other baggage.
But doesn’t the bum wing make me only work harder? Harder to keep up?

I inspect these kings and queens
They are strong.
They fear very little. They look at me and I say, “go ahead”.

So up up they go… I push them forward.
These kings and queens I am gifted to raise.

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Lord let my ceiling be their floor.
Let Your floor be their resting place.
These  soaring Superheros.