One night not too long ago, something happened to make me perplexed,

I realized that you never know where your hero might turn up next.

I sat at the hospital, just a bit nervous that night,

As I listened to the doctor tell us that something wasn't right.

There was a nasty tumor, growing in my son's sweet head,

As I listened to his words, my heart filled with dread.

My world began to topple, my head began to spin.

My stomach started churning,

I was crawling out of my skin.

Then suddenly, I felt my son's big warm hand in mine,

I turned to look beside me, and that's when I started believing things would be just fine.

For in his eyes I could see the super-hero from within,

His super strength and giant heart were present in his grin.

Looking through his big brown eyes,

I had at last seen through his disguise.

This boy was not ordinary, no average teen at all,

But the embodiment of heroism, brave and strong and tall.

He looked at me with emotion and told me "please don't worry,"

For he knew just how scared I was of a future suddenly so blurry.

He barely thought of himself that night, mostly about his mom,

He squeezed my hand and sat there like a man, listening so calm.

He waited for me to leave the room before he dialed the phone,

Asking people to come be with me so that I wouldn't be alone,

Asking people to take care of me, if he was so unable,

He sounded so mature, so grown up and so stable.

He had kept his powers hidden from all the world and me,

But that night they had shown through for all of us to see.

He's been battling for months now, fighting that demon in his head,

Keeping his sense of humor without a sense of doom and dread.

He still takes my hand when I need it, this amazing hero of mine,

He makes me laugh he makes me cry, he simply doesn't whine.

It was this boy who helped me figure out that heroes are always near,

Looking like ordinary neighbors, not dressed in hero gear.

They've made sure the cupboard wasn't empty, the gas tank is always full,

Here's a sister, then a brother, and almost everyone from the school.

There's a friend and there's a stranger, helpers I never would have suspected,

Of doing so much to make us feel that nothing would be neglected.

I wish I could ever thank them all, these ordinary heroes of mine,

If I could I'd climb a mountain and build a hero shrine.

And most especially, I'd reserve a spot for that boy who became a man,

On the very day I needed him to take me by the hand.

His smile lit the way for me just like a vibrant spark,

To once again ignite my faith in this world that can seem so dark.

To Dylan and all of the people in our lives and community that have been there for us along the way, you are my heroes!!

One night not too long ago, something happened to make me perplexed,

I realized that you never know where your hero might turn up next.

I sat at the hospital, just a bit nervous that night,

As I listened to the doctor tell us that something wasn't right.

There was a nasty tumor, growing in my son's sweet head,

As I listened to his words, my heart filled with dread.

My world began to topple, my head began to spin.

My stomach started churning,

I was crawling out of my skin.

Then suddenly, I felt my son's big warm hand in mine,

I turned to look beside me, and that's when I started believing things would be just fine.

For in his eyes I could see the super-hero from within,

His super strength and giant heart were present in his grin.

Looking through his big brown eyes,

I had at last seen through his disguise.

This boy was not ordinary, no average teen at all,

But the embodiment of heroism, brave and strong and tall.

He looked at me with emotion and told me "please don't worry,"

For he knew just how scared I was of a future suddenly so blurry.

He barely thought of himself that night, mostly about his mom,

He squeezed my hand and sat there like a man, listening so calm.

He waited for me to leave the room before he dialed the phone,

Asking people to come be with me so that I wouldn't be alone,

Asking people to take care of me, if he was so unable,

He sounded so mature, so grown up and so stable.

He had kept his powers hidden from all the world and me,

But that night they had shown through for all of us to see.

He's been battling for months now, fighting that demon in his head,

Keeping his sense of humor without a sense of doom and dread.

He still takes my hand when I need it, this amazing hero of mine,

He makes me laugh he makes me cry, he simply doesn't whine.

It was this boy who helped me figure out that heroes are always near,

Looking like ordinary neighbors, not dressed in hero gear.

They've made sure the cupboard wasn't empty, the gas tank is always full,

Here's a sister, then a brother, and almost everyone from the school.

There's a friend and there's a stranger, helpers I never would have suspected,

Of doing so much to make us feel that nothing would be neglected.

I wish I could ever thank them all, these ordinary heroes of mine,

If I could I'd climb a mountain and build a hero shrine.

And most especially, I'd reserve a spot for that boy who became a man,

On the very day I needed him to take me by the hand.

His smile lit the way for me just like a vibrant spark,

To once again ignite my faith in this world that can seem so dark.

To Dylan and all of the people in our lives and community that have been there for us along the way, you are my heroes!!

One night not too long ago, something happened to make me perplexed,

I realized that you never know where your hero might turn up next.

I sat at the hospital, just a bit nervous that night,

As I listened to the doctor tell us that something wasn't right.

There was a nasty tumor, growing in my son's sweet head,

As I listened to his words, my heart filled with dread.

My world began to topple, my head began to spin.

My stomach started churning,

I was crawling out of my skin.

Then suddenly, I felt my son's big warm hand in mine,

I turned to look beside me, and that's when I started believing things would be just fine.

For in his eyes I could see the super-hero from within,

His super strength and giant heart were present in his grin.

Looking through his big brown eyes,

I had at last seen through his disguise.

This boy was not ordinary, no average teen at all,

But the embodiment of heroism, brave and strong and tall.

He looked at me with emotion and told me "please don't worry,"

For he knew just how scared I was of a future suddenly so blurry.

He barely thought of himself that night, mostly about his mom,

He squeezed my hand and sat there like a man, listening so calm.

He waited for me to leave the room before he dialed the phone,

Asking people to come be with me so that I wouldn't be alone,

Asking people to take care of me, if he was so unable,

He sounded so mature, so grown up and so stable.

He had kept his powers hidden from all the world and me,

But that night they had shown through for all of us to see.

He's been battling for months now, fighting that demon in his head,

Keeping his sense of humor without a sense of doom and dread.

He still takes my hand when I need it, this amazing hero of mine,

He makes me laugh he makes me cry, he simply doesn't whine.

It was this boy who helped me figure out that heroes are always near,

Looking like ordinary neighbors, not dressed in hero gear.

They've made sure the cupboard wasn't empty, the gas tank is always full,

Here's a sister, then a brother, and almost everyone from the school.

There's a friend and there's a stranger, helpers I never would have suspected,

Of doing so much to make us feel that nothing would be neglected.

I wish I could ever thank them all, these ordinary heroes of mine,

If I could I'd climb a mountain and build a hero shrine.

And most especially, I'd reserve a spot for that boy who became a man,

On the very day I needed him to take me by the hand.

His smile lit the way for me just like a vibrant spark,

To once again ignite my faith in this world that can seem so dark.