My Hero Lives On
My Hero Lives On
I remember my visits to my nana’s home,
Where my body and mind were free to roam.
We were princesses by day and faeries by night,
My ghostly impressions giving my Nan a fright.
Tea in the garden and song in the air,
Even when raining, we didn’t care.
For when she was smiling that smile at you,
The whole world would smile too.
I’d laugh till I cried, and cry till I’d laugh,
The light of your love, guiding my path.
But the day you slipped away from me,
Was the day when I had to set you free,
Free from the world, and free from my mind,
As you went forward and left me behind.
For my hero died when I was ten,
But her memory lives on, until I see her again.
[For the contest Holding out for a Hero by Janette Fisher]
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