10/29/13
Only One
When I think of a Hero…
There is one person who comes to my mind.
It’s not superman, or wonder woman,
Not the Lone Ranger or even Speed Racer…
It’s not Charles Ingalls, Mr. Brady and
no it’s not even Sheriff Griffith from
The Andy Griffith Show,
it’s not one of my brothers, although they play their
special roles in my life,
it’s not my Pastors, or the women with whom I have prayed, laughed and cried.
It is not my daughters, however; they are a rare prize,
it’s not the love of my life that recently I became his Bride.
No, when I think of a Hero…
I always think of only One.
All my life, it is her inner beauty that I most prized.
Along with her shoes, her clothes, her jewelry,
her attitude, her personal pride,
She is a classy lady and a brave soldier in my eyes.
In every season of my life, no one has ever come close
to wearing the medals of honor that I would bestow,
for such a beautiful fragrant rose, bloomed through life’s storms.
She is my hero, she is my mirror in life, she is my teacher, my diamond,
my horizons, my sunrise, my sunset, my starry filled night.
She is my ocean, my forest, my mountain top, and even in my deepest valleys
when all I wanted to do was die, she was my sustenance;
my food, my water, my warmth and my shelter as she cradled me in her arms.
And in her shadow, she became my safest place to hide;
so I could stay cocooned for a while to rest near the heartbeat of my God.
Yes, she is the only Hero I have ever known.
She modeled to me everything good that I share now with my own.
And in her lavish love and constant love
She made me discover that I could fly against all odds
like a breathtaking butterfly does
so freely high in the endless sky.
She is the most costly gem in all the world, I could ever own
She’s my Hero;
She’s my Mom.
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