Childhood Hero (who saved me from the monsters hand)

I was thumbing through the pages of the memories of my mind, And I remember a true hero  I knew once upon a time. Who took me by the hand and led me off to play, In a place where little girl could go to forget about their days. He knew just when it was time to go when the tears came fast and spirits low, Before I could say NO, No more, he’d grab me and we’d be out the door. I became who ever we were going to be that time, we passed through streets and houses blind, Until we came to our Never-Never land, where we could not be hurt by trusted hands. And all that worried such young sweet minds, Was lost among those weeds and vines. We became strong there, stronger than those that hurt us so, For there they could not touch us, for there we could say NO! He showed me how to use my mind, to escape the moment place and time. How to become an Indian or a cow girl on a big white horse, But the game always had to end of course. I still remember the look upon his sweet face, when he new it was time to leave our safe place. A look that told me it was time to go home, But that there still I would not be alone. For he would protect me as best as a young boy could do, And that our days in the field would not soon be over or through. And he took me there again and again, This hero of mine my brother my friend. And let me be a child once more, if even for a moment to pretend. That innocence still belonged to me, And I could be what ever I wanted to be. I miss my hero who gave me such a wonderful gift to carry, I miss you my dear sweet brother Terry. And I thank you for our special place to play , And think that when I come to heaven to stay, That this must be the place that we’ll meet, With the weeds and the vines beneath our feet. And I know the words I will hear you say, Will be “Welcome sweet sister who shall we be today?” (With great love and respect from a child’s heart) © on Jun 02 2001 09:38 AM PST   0 • 12