Clubbed

Colton Williams

 

Little footsteps slap against

The hardwood,

Shuffling and slapping like the

Patter of sticks

On a drumhead.

No surprise,

It’s Superman.

He proudly puffs out his chest,

Showing off his

Heroic ‘S.’

He runs off, something

Important awaits,

And the only thing he

Trips on is his big

Red cape.

And I remember my mom

Looking at the ultrasound:

“Will he ever be able to walk?”