As a kid, if I fell down
and grazed my knee,
my Mum, she would attempt
to comfort me,
with a sticky plaster and, 'There, there,'
to which I'd reply,
'Where, where? Here?'
'No, there,' she'd sigh,
'But where's there?'
inquisitive as always, I would ask,
as a sensitive, yet difficult, child,
I was quite the task,
with cuts, bruises and sprains,
more than a handful, no less,
otherwise, born to run wild,
a piece of work in progress.
Had a great big surprise this morning
My first responder was Kim whatta warming
So happy to hear from her
My day became a blur
Great to hear from her with no forewarning
A nurse who had never been kissed
Was bathing a cowboy named Twist
He started to spurt
She asked if that hurt
And then checked his pulse at the wrist
The firelight danced in patterns;
Upon the faded wall.
As the old man sat and listened
To the mournful night-birds call.
On the floor there with his puppy,
Sat Jackie oh so dear;
"Grandpa what are heroes made of"?
He asked as he drew near.
"Are they made like other men?
Of blood and skin and bone?"
Do they cry when they're afraid?
And pray when they're alone?
The old man paused a moment;
There were visions in his head;
Of fires and guns and metal:
And friends who'd long been dead.
Of the stairs there in the tower;
And when the planes came down.
And that kid there with the baby;
Alone at night downtown.
He picked up little Jackie;
And sat him on his knee;
"A Hero's just there trying;
To be what he has to be."
"Protecting what is precious;
Doing what he must,
For those who really need him;
He cannot betray their trust."
A sleepy boy that evening,
Dozed on his Grandpa's chest.
And the Hero there to guard him,
Was one of the very best."
The mysterious day,
Starts up the bubble,
Snooze button delay,
Two shift double,
Colorful schemes,
Heat on full blast,
Notorious themes,
Energy outcast,
Falling out,
Reaching for the hand,
Too much doubt,
A responder unplanned,
Trying to block out,
Block out a power,
A helpful soul’s passion,
Upon a rush hour,
Saved with compassion,
Life blooming; beautiful flower,
Sometimes it takes,
One individual man,
To fulfill the steaks,
Of another’s game plan.
Don’t give in when life is hard, become that beautiful flower- life hands you cards or people to keep you moving-use the right card.
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