Fly Like Mama

My son hangs off me like an accessory

Every day he finds a new way

To climb up me

As if I came with bars and swings

Giggling, he jumps on me

Then asks me to play

For a toy box full of action figures and cars

Didn’t quite suit his taste

For I have become his greatest action figure

His superhero to fix owes, toys, dinner

And any other mishap that turns up in his hands

And you know the trick with superheroes

They can fly and jump high

Primarily made of plastic

But in my case, he makes an exception

For I am his best friend

his greatest action figure

that after all the running, jumping and climbing

he can curl up next to me

with his arms up in the air

Safe and sound, dreaming he could fly like his mama