For the dverse prompt. The theme is superheroes and I’m afraid I’m not a superhero person.
In the shadows the heroes,
the unsung, unwanted, unheard, the unremembered.
Not the media-friendly firefighters,
the sporting winners,
the glitzy, bling-bling heroes of the silver screen.
Not the pop stars turned pillars of our moral conscience,
nor the religious toga-bound long-bearded shaven headed serenities,
but the mothers.
They are there in the shadows of their crumbling houses
by the water pumps, the wells and in the fields.
They are there with their dying children,
on the sinking boats,
in the cellars of bombed-out buildings.
They make their nests and feed with their last milk,
while the dogs dig into their dens.
They are there, night after sleepless night,
mothers of feather and fur and torn rags,
and they are the heroes of this world,
their tears fill the oceans,
their hearts burst with loving,
and in their eyes,
the shame and the pity.