A poem about heroes, most often found in ordinary people doing extraordinary things.
He stood upon the front porch
Watching his daddy walk away
His mama stood beside the boy
His mama, she would stay
The boy, he heard her swallow hard
Watched one tear slide down her face
The boy took her by the hand
And said, “Mama, I’ll stay”
She stood upon the front porch
Watching the boy smile and wave
In the dust from the tires of the yellow bus
His mama, she would stay
He watched, as his mama grew smaller
He watched, as she faded away
As the bus jostled onward beyond
Where his heart would always stay
Lightning Bug 
