I do not believe that hero’s have any magic in them or to them if you will.
What they have is what is in each of us .The problem simply is that unlike our hero’s most people choose not to let it come to the surface.
D.
My hero
Are ones
That comes
To the ones
That needs
Help in sum way
Not have to
Be much
Just a helpin hand
A friend in deed
Just maybe sum one
To talk too
Being then
Hero
I have one
Maybe
Two are three
They are
But always
There for me
One way are
Another
All depends
On what
I ask for
Hero is you’
The ones that do
Truly do
Not for self
For others
Those walking angels here
Those above that cheer
No longer fear
We feel and hear
So, much love and respect being near :love: :love: :love:
Sum one thats
Got hands
For all things
Hands
To hold
The wee hand
When stumble
Those first steps
Kin be mighty
Tricky
At first
The hand
That Wipe
The tears away
From crin eyes
The hand
That
Tend the scar
To tiny to see yet
Its a cut
That needs
A gentle touch
The hand
That wash
Cook and clean
Wipe the runny noes
The hand
That makes
A house a home
Good are bad
It be
The hand
That folds
And tuck in prayer
The hand
That was once young
Now ole hlods the hands of other
More than her own
The hand
Of a mother
That do it all
With no pay not
Even a thank you
The hand
That hold its own
The hands of
Mother be strong
The hero
Is the mom
That whole the world
When danger’s near
they make it clear
they will protect,
not genuflect
to enemies
who want to seize
all that we’ve built;
try to play guilt
by claiming they’ve
the right to waive
our ownership
and try to rip
it off as theirs
by setting snares
and splitting hairs.
Our heroes know
their phony show.
They shield us from
such worthless scum.
They cross my path
each and every day,
everyday heroes
simply doing what they do.
For no attention paid
they simply go about
the business of their day;
just ordinary folks
just like you and me,
doing extraordinary things
as they silently go
along their way.
They’re just ordinary people
doing the things they do
with their own special touch
and crossing my path
when I’m not looking
and when I least
expect them to.
But it doesn’t take long
for me to know
they’ve been here,
my world made
so much better
through their presence
and loving touch.
I’m so blessed by them
and by all that they do,
everyday heroes
simply doing
what they do
as they go
about their day.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-28-12
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I do not believe that hero’s have any magic in them or to them if you will.
What they have is what is in each of us .The problem simply is that unlike our hero’s most people choose not to let it come to the surface.
D.
HEROES
My hero
Are ones
That comes
To the ones
That needs
Help in sum way
Not have to
Be much
Just a helpin hand
A friend in deed
Just maybe sum one
To talk too
Being then
Hero
I have one
Maybe
Two are three
They are
But always
There for me
One way are
Another
All depends
On what
I ask for
Written By: Bettie Davis ———– (C) May 27 , 2o12
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Hero is you’
The ones that do
Truly do
Not for self
For others
Those walking angels here
Those above that cheer
No longer fear
We feel and hear
So, much love and respect being near :love: :love: :love:
SUPER MOM
Sum one thats
Got hands
For all things
Hands
To hold
The wee hand
When stumble
Those first steps
Kin be mighty
Tricky
At first
The hand
That Wipe
The tears away
From crin eyes
The hand
That
Tend the scar
To tiny to see yet
Its a cut
That needs
A gentle touch
The hand
That wash
Cook and clean
Wipe the runny noes
The hand
That makes
A house a home
Good are bad
It be
The hand
That folds
And tuck in prayer
The hand
That was once young
Now ole hlods the hands of other
More than her own
The hand
Of a mother
That do it all
With no pay not
Even a thank you
The hand
That hold its own
The hands of
Mother be strong
The hero
Is the mom
That whole the world
Written By: Bettie Davis ————————— © May 28 , 2o12
We are blessed indeed by the heroes we meet every day. Having so many to thank for so much. Wonderful blog and theme on this Memorial Day.
HEROES AND JACKALS
When danger’s near
they make it clear
they will protect,
not genuflect
to enemies
who want to seize
all that we’ve built;
try to play guilt
by claiming they’ve
the right to waive
our ownership
and try to rip
it off as theirs
by setting snares
and splitting hairs.
Our heroes know
their phony show.
They shield us from
such worthless scum.
Copyright May 28th 2012 RGD
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FOREVER THANKFUL
They cross my path
each and every day,
everyday heroes
simply doing what they do.
For no attention paid
they simply go about
the business of their day;
just ordinary folks
just like you and me,
doing extraordinary things
as they silently go
along their way.
They’re just ordinary people
doing the things they do
with their own special touch
and crossing my path
when I’m not looking
and when I least
expect them to.
But it doesn’t take long
for me to know
they’ve been here,
my world made
so much better
through their presence
and loving touch.
I’m so blessed by them
and by all that they do,
everyday heroes
simply doing
what they do
as they go
about their day.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-28-12