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My Heroic Stranger

March 15, 2011
By dontforget GOLD, Cortland, New York
dontforget GOLD, Cortland, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"The best things in life are left unseen. That's why we close our eyes when we cry, kiss, and dream."


White plastered walls, scary long halls.
I hate the smell of this place.
Each wooden door, with its own number.
Wish I could remember your face.
They say you were beautiful, say you were wondderful.
And I've not a doubt in my mind.
But to me, you're a ghost story..a tale of the glory..someone I could've loved.
They ask me why I'm in room 99, and I just collapse and cry.
Don't know why I'm here, the place where you died.
It took your hair, and then your life.
Can't imagine your pain, can't imagine the strife.
The doctors, they tell me to go.
So I start to head home.
It's then I realize you'll always be here in my heart.
You'll always be my heroic stranger.


The author's comments:
I wrote this for a friend who lost her mother to cancer before she even knew her...

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on Dec. 12 2011 at 7:50 pm
Helena_Noel BRONZE, Burnt Hills, New York
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Favorite Quote:
“I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day; I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way: The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear, fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear.” -Edgar Guest

Oh, wow. This is moving. I love this. I was really moved by the line "It took your hair, and then your life", that is the point that you know for sure what they are talking about, and it just gets you. There are so many sad poems on this site, but why are only a fraction of them about something worth dwelling on? Why can't some of the sadder poems be on something worth remembering? While I wish there were more happy poems on this site, it would make me very happy to see some of the other poets on this site take a page from you and simply find one, just one sad subject that is worthwhile, that is moving in a good way.