My Hero (Monday Poetry Potluck)

She stands tall, her stature
a sight for everyone that
sees, not too tall, not so
small, but bright is her
smile, compassionate with
care, kindness and sincere
but as day turns to night
she’s ready to fight, the little
peoples’ hero, she battles
crime until the dawn
with comic books, crazed,
her cartoon was more
than a little girl phase
as each young girl, grows
no longer young, just grown
she still lives with, each
of them, their hero
forever and all the day long.

**Note: This week’s theme is cartoons, sci-fi and super heroes**