My Hero   When I think of heroes My mother comes to mind Because she was And will always be A hero in my Eyes This lady I call hero My mom, my rock Had a rough life She was a young mother To five At the age Of twenty nine She was not feeling well So to the Doctor She had to go And there she was dealt An awful blow She was told, she had cancer Her chances For survival Were not good She had just had a baby The last she would have Now she had a fight A fight for her life, on her hands A fight she fought To the very end My tears fall As I think about Back then I watched her go from a beautiful Healthy young lady Right before my eyes To not much more, than a bag of bones As the cancer ate away At her insides She was weak and tired Cancer was taking it’s toll But she never stopped, being a mom God I miss her so She took care of us kids No matter how bad she felt We always came first Her children were her world Some days I’d watch her And see her wince in pain But if she caught you looking She’d start smiling Again She never complained Not once Never was woe is me She fought that cancer With grace and dignity I watched her hair fall out Right before my eyes But through it all Rarely did I see Tears fall from her eyes I wonder as a child of eleven How someone could be so strong How could she do all she did And never complain about pain Not once How could she smile and be happy When she knew the end was near How could she look fine to me When inside she was dying How do you gather Your children around you And tell them this awful news That mommy is sick So sick inside That very soon She will be taken from you How can you look, at your children And know You won’t be here To see them grow How can you look, at your children And know You have to leave them behind What does that do to your mind Not only was she fighting cancer She was making plans you see She was teaching us, what we needed to know Before she had to go She told us daddy would need us We had to be strong for him We had to help with the little ones Five kids was a lot for him This Lady was my hero For so many reasons why She taught me so much About strength and courage Before she died She showed me What a real hero was Not someone with a powers, and a cape Those are make believe To me this woman was a saint I’m not sure I could do what she did Fight for my life And while she was doing it Still be a loving mother And a wife She had to be so strong With her super powers You see that is why She was and will always be A true hero To me At the age of thirty one my mother lost this fight at the age if thirty one my mom my hero died Heroes challenge By badmac © 2008 badmac (All rights reserved)

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