They may not have super powers

or know which is our favorite kind of flower.

They are there for us when no one else is.

They may not even be a Mr. or a Miss.

 

Person or animal they are only known to me as my hero.

to them I am not a zero. 

They pick me up when I fall on my face.

whatever I do I am not a disgrace.

 

Even though I don't say it enough.

our love is kind of rough.

I love them with all of my heart.

I'd die if we ever drifted apart.

 

My parents are my personal heroes. 

Even tho a lot of the time I call them weirdos.

As this poem is closing up.

I want them to know I love them very much.