An Ordinary Hero Poem by Mervyn Graham

In a world of grandiose tales,
Where superheroes soar and villains fail,
There's one among us, humble and true,
With powers not flashy, but potent through and through.

No budgie huggers or capes adorn his frame,
No buildings leapt, nor spidery webs to tame.
No hammer swung with thunderous might,
No invisibility, nor x-ray sight.

Yet in his hands, there lies a strength,
To open jars, no matter how tough.
Trustworthy and steadfast, he stands tall,
In a world where honesty can often fall.

In foot rubs and hot tubs, he offers these delights,
Opening doors, rustling up meals, well into the night.
No dish too daunting, no task too grand,
With a spatula in hand, he takes his mortal stand.

While others may boast of their superhuman might,
He'll whip up a feast, by the fire's soft light.
No need for a cape or a mask to conceal,
Just an apron and oven mitts, his superhero seal.

With laughter and jest, he faces each day,
Turning mundane moments into moments of play.
For in his ordinary ways, he holds the key,
To a world filled with joy and laughter, you see.

Communication, a skill so often prized,
Yet overlooked in the hero's guise.
Emotional intelligence, a beacon in the fog,
Guiding through challenges, like a faithful wee dog.

Respectful in demeanor, with manners well refined,
Affectionate and loving, and a heart so kind.
Mutual respect and equality, this his is creed,
In every word and every promised deed.

Though he may not wear a flashy cape,
Or wield powers that make skyscrapers shake,
He's a hero in the truest sense,
With ordinary abilities, yet immense.

With a wink and a smile, he charms his way through,
A husband, a hero, in all that he'll do.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)