You were the hero in this little girl’s heart,
Until the day you fell apart.
You gave me everything I needed most,
From my first guitar to my first home.
A bedroom set fit for a Princess or a Queen,
You were every little girl’s dream.
The man who cried when I felt pain,
How I wish your heart would beat again.
I remember family vacations and parties too,
Things were right when I was with you.
It broke my heart to watch you fight,
A battle that wasn’t right.
To watch you go from giving to needing,
With the sound of machines and tube feeding.
I wasn’t prepared to watch you die,
I needed so badly to just cry.
The memories of you talking,
The life you knew while walking.
It all seemed so bitter sweet,
As I lotioned up your feet.
You no longer moved on your own,
Nor did you speak of home.
It was as if you weren’t there,
It was a pain I just couldn’t bare.
I sat by the phone waiting for your call,
But that didn’t happen at all.
Your eyes were filled with emptiness,
To others peace and rest.
But for me it was a long and winding road,
A denial in my soul.
You didn’t live in there anymore,
It was a stranger’s door.
The man I use to know had drifted away,
He just wasn’t the same.
Then finally the call came through,
But it wasn’t you.
A woman’s voice spoke gently into my ears,
The words I dreaded to hear.
Your father went home and in peace at last,
But I still wonder, why so fast?
I never got the chance to hold you one last time,
To let you know you were the hero in my life.
The day you left my soul grew cold,
Remembering the new and old.
As time stood still, my heart just died,
But I conquered and revived.
Through all these trials I’d overcome,
You taught me more than anyone.
Today I can smile as I go on,
Defeat is crushed and gone.
I’ve learned a lesson through your eyes,
The day I had to say good bye.
© Shirley Ann Cooper
Excerpt from the book “Imperfect Paths”
Foreword . . .
How many people can say they have not walked on rough terrain to get to where they are today? Most of us have been bruised and beaten to find out who we really are within; to find joy in this life we have been given. We are flawed beings with imperfect paths, and those turbulent journeys can either make us or break us.
It is easy to blame our past wrongs, the people who have tarnished our trust, and the bad bets the world throws at us. But we still hold the power to make a choice to become better than the humans who hurt us; to be the voice of change by learning from the experiences which have attempted to break us. Along the many roads traveled, the decisions we make will determine who we are to become.
Take a moment to walk in another’s shoes. The poets here have opened their Pandora’s Box, not to release the personal demons that taunt or once to keep them confined, but to share how to sever the weights one is shackled to.
Donna J. Sanders, Author
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