My Hero

My Hero short poem

The warmth of his comfort did reach me; a soothing calm…

’twas some magic potion, a caressing balm,

he seemed to sense my intense turmoil;

the nerves that jangled; the mind’s fertile soil..

Those anxious thoughts that tore serenity,

that mocked at peace and broke tranquillity.

He cast a spell; he made the pain go,

chased my despair out through the door

My hero – “please do not disappear

dispel my gloom, just quiet my fear…..”

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Carol Rao

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Love the written word...would have liked to spend my days doing just that but since i can't, will grab at what is going past!! I am 57..and love music and theater.
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