Batman Lives At My House (1998)

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Batman Lives At My House

Tonka trucks and sticky smiles
books and costumes stacked in piles
sound effects by Tom who’s four
handprints on my kitchen door.

No yearnings for a marble hall
while kicking Dougie’s soccer ball
And ‘loaves of bread and wine in jugs’
were traded off for Ian’s hugs.

I don’t buy trips, or fancy clothes
My money’s gone; to where, who knows?
No diamonds, rubies, gems so fine
I spend it on these boys of mine.

I pass out hugs, and kiss skinned knees
examine bugs, and help climb trees.
I know that I am needed best
when helping Batman to get dressed.

Their eyes are bright, their souls so trusting
I don’t care that my house needs dusting.
Their hearts are full; their minds are fed
by reading when it’s time for bed.

The years will fly before I know
I see it now how fast they grow.
Their memories of childhood
Will be “we played, and it was good”.

© Erin Hilder

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About ninian-poetree

I live in a sitcom. No seriously. I share a century home with an Englishman and a cat named Sophie. Not living with us are my three sons and a step-daughter who visits every other year or so. I'm a mum, a writer, a teacher and an MUFC fanatic.

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