Who are my heroes?
Would you like to know?
No, it is not George Washington
Roger Staubach or Joe DiMaggio.
My hero is not a household name,
Except maybe in my Hall of Fame.
My heros name is MOM,
And through all her trials, she has stayed calm.
What trials has she been through?
Well she could not challenge Job but she hass been through
quite a few.
Her first trial took place in merry ole London,
In my mothers womb, I was just about done.
I was born in an ambulance you see,
Where was my father? Why he was with his future fiancee.
So with two kids in tow, she left for the states.
And my father would pay for his mistakes.
So now she has got to go to work,
And divorce my father that adultering jerk.
She remarried to a man named Bob Wooten,
A career military man who was quite a Tooten.
Bob had a temper and could fly into a rage,
My mother would protect us as if we were in a cage.
She would have many many bruises and welts,
And when I saw her like this my heart it would melt.
For the sake of the children, she stayed with my stepfather,
Because with 5 kids in tow, no other men would bother.
One night Bob was on an alcoholic rampage,
He would hit my mother and I was all in a rage.
I grabbed a bat and yelled That hitting my mother, he would not!
But my mother pushed me out the door and his fist meant for me
her face it did caught.
The next day my mother and I called for help,
My grandmother and brother arrived and my father did yelp!
Once again my mother would return to work,
But my stepfathers shadow would continue to lurk.
Bob would sober up and return to our fold,
But my brothers and sisters our breath we would hold.
Then one day the alcohol did call Bob again,
This time we shipped him off to Florida to be with his friends.
By now I was grown and joined the Armed Forces,
My mother decided to go to Florida and not get a Divorces.
Things went good for quite a few years,
Then one day I received a letter and Bob was back on the beer.
But my mother hung on and stayed with ole Bob,
Finally he quite drinking and got a steady job.
The next trial was too much for any mother to bear,
But she did as she always did, and stood strong as any mare.
Her oldest son was shot and killed by his wife,
My mother survived but his death took away a part of her life.
They say the Lord will never give you more than you can take,
But when cancer invaded my mothers body , I cried for her sake.
So without my knowledge to the operating table she did go,
They took her breast and other body parts in that surgery show.
Yet my mother made it through this and chemo too,
She would remain cancer free for 10 years but then it
returned for its full dues.
Even in her final days, she was my hero through and through,
For what is a hero? It is a person who does heroic things that I
could not do.
