A Fearless Spirit
My mother was a real winner,
she kept all of her pain inner;
Mom became sick at just thirty,
but still lived a life carefree.
Mom's hobby was bargain shopping,
she could do that till she was dropping;
out for lunch with friends and cooking meals,
and life went on like turning wheels.
Until, her condition got much worse,
she needed oxygen- Oh, what a curse!
But that did not stop her from life,
such courage in a mother and wife;
then, she needed a walker to get around,
I kept my tears inside or I would drown.
She tried to do her best each day,
so fearless- Lord help her I would pray;
then, she needed a wheelchair all the time,
she was my hero because still she smiled sublime.
The day she could not leave the bed I wept,
I held her had while she slept;
she left me quietly without a complaint,
it was only then I could let go of restraint.
This poem my not be fancy or even out of the box but it is
written with all my love and respect for a fearless spirit.
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April 21, 2017
Rhyme/A Fearless Spirit
Copyright Protected, ID 894237
My Hero
Shadow Hamilton
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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