Our Heroes

Our heroes are not men in capes and tight latex trousers

Or ladies with glorious long hair and lassos of truth

These epitome of heroism were created to teach us virtues

Our real heroes are those we ever gave our first smiles to

 Those we were first practiced calling their names;

“Mama, papa”

Our heroes are those who backed us on those hot afternoons

And patted us during the colicky nights

Our heroes are those people who

Gave us our first piggy back rides

Those people who were stronger in the beginning

Our heroes who could carry us high in their arms and swing us back and forth

Could play the games of peekaboo and let’s-see-who-would-stay-quiet-the-longest

Our heroes who were the strongest people who couldn’t feel pain or weakness

Our heroes who could never fall ill in our eyes

Are slowly becoming sick in our very before

For we have come to an age where the curse of time is telling on our heroes

Ailments for old people are upon our heroes

And now we slowly take on the role of our heroes

To help them walk on steps and through problems

To cook the meals they love like they did for us,

Role reversal must take place

And as we slowly rise to the position of heroes

We learn to be heroes to the younger ones

We would bring forth

We learn how to strap a child to our back and change nappies

For the time draws nigh when we would have to learn and do the things our heroes did for us

These heroes who are of the Past, Present and Future

For at a point in time in the lives of our heroes the performed the same roles we are about to take on

My heroes were and are still great ones

All I ask for is to be better hero that mine were.