Drifting, dreaming dreams now dim
Where Olympians used to swim,
Dreams of glory, medals gold,
To remember when grown old.
Dreams from childhood’s happy plays,
And the time of practice days
When she so often beat the rest
And outdid her personal best.
Triathlon triumph, and kayak,
Until that day she broke her back
In Artistic Gymnastic contest hard,
Was carried out on a backboard.
Olympic dreams were at an end
And too her life, until a friend
Told her of a doctor, who’d had success
In mending spines. So she said Oh yes,
Please; I want to see him, ask him could
He help me. And he said he would.
And now she rests upon a life buoy
And her heart is filled with joy,
For one day she will once again
Live a life without the pain,
And walk and dance and even swim,
And she praises God for bringing him
Into her life,
Now she’s his wife.
No comments:
Post a Comment