My Cape is Torn

I suited up to start my day

My boots, my belt and my stretchy tights.

My cape is the last to adorn,

But low and behold my cape is torn.

How it ripped I do not know,

Let me think, how did the day go?

Did it tear as I rescued a cat from a tree?

Or did the hole come from the fire,

Or maybe when I stopped a train that got free.

Or caught the theif as he tripped on a wire.

NO, I did the dishes yesterday!

I Did the laundry, cleaned the floors and gave my kids a bath.

I did the shopping, paid the bills, planned a menu, cooked the meals.

Balanced the budget, washed the car, sang to my baby "twinkle little star".

Bandaged a knee, wiped a tear, toddler walked- gave a cheer.

Changed some diapers lost count at ten only to do it all again.

Added to my pile to mend, Some jeans, some socks and one "special friend."

Built a tower knocked it down.

Fixed a broken princess crown.

Somewhere in that super day my cape was torn I cannot say.

So I toss again to my growing pile my cape for the mending.

I won't get to that for a while.

Even in my day of glory the best part of my super story,

The hugs and the kisses, laughs and the smiles.

I feel like a hero and can fly for miles.