My Super Hero’s

It’s about the time when you could believe in superheroes. At that time our parents could dream of a promising future.
Superheroes have existed; mine were my parents, in their brilliant youthful energy.
From this period there remain only black and white images, hundreds of blurred images.
I give them to my daughter to colouring, to bring them back to life and the innocence they have lost.
Trying to pass on hope from one generation to the next.
Maybe she will believe in them… in Super Heroes.