The Power of Love

She was a super-hero with a maternal facade.
Her Powers were invisible to us.
Each day was a new battle to ensure our survival.
A super-hero's work is never done.
Protecting us from evil,
She was a shield with her heart of steel,
But her unmatchable strength was also an extreme weakness.
The day had come to battle her nemeses.
He was a self created catastrophe.
Empowered with anger fueled with weeks of isolation,
She met her match that day.
Her strength was weakened when he used it against her.
And with an explosion she was gone.
But she lives on through the three of us.
And her power is ours,
But our blessing is also our curse.
We battle with the anger he left us,
And each day we are here we win,
As he is battling HIS worse enemy.
Solitude.

- John William Pendleton III