A different kind of hero Could be a kitty cat Who rubs you when you're lonely And saves you from a rat A different kind of hero Could be a little dog That barks away the strangers And guides you through the fog A different kind of hero Could be a cotton bear That comforts when you hold him To let you know he cares A different kind of hero Could be a bumble bee Whose legs keep spreading pollen To help your garden grow A different kind of hero Could be your baby sis Who giggles when you're gloomy Brightening your heart to bliss A different kind of hero Could be a boy at school Who says, "Please stop that teasing 'Cause teasing is not cool!"
A different kind of hero Could be a mass of worms Paving the way for plant roots Under soil as they squirm A different kind of hero Could be most anything Whose actions assist other Folks just like you and me April 30, 2011 – Revised © R. Renée Bembry MSAP
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Super-Heroine Mom A Little Story by R. Renée Bembry When I grow up, I want to be a super-heroine just like my mom. Yeah. I know what you are thinking. You are thinking no mom can be a superhero. I do not blame you if you do not believe me, but I am not making this up. My mom really is a superhero— a goddess—a diva. That is why she can do anything! I know because one day when she was in the back yard planting seeds she saw a big hole in her garden. A huge rattlesnake came slivering out of the hole. It was a bad brown snake with black and white dots all over its back. Its eyes were small but scary. Its tongue bobbed in and out of its mouth. It made mean hissing sounds. I knew it was a rattlesnake because its tail started shaking and clattering loudly. Even though the snake looked and acted intimidating, my mom...Read more Here
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