Garage Sale Superman

Nothing makes Matthias calm like a garage sale superman.
I imagine he’s making him fly as he passes from hand to hand
This tiny blue figure with red undies and boots,
But I doubt that flying’s something that his mind computes.

The toy is dated to be twenty six years old,
But his limbs are just the right shape to hold
In a five-month-old’s hands that find him intriguing enough
After a night of crying that was unceasingly rough.

The wrong toy is like kryptonite
Increasing the will to fight
Any calmness and relaxation,
Whereas the right toy relieves my frustration.

At some point I’ll be looking for a new super toy
To capture the mind of my little boy
Who only sees Clark Kent and then
Starts crying for superman again.