How in all that's holy

and beyond,

could she have taught me

how to walk on solid ground?

 

She was there.

 

With a cane in her hand

and a frown

on her face,

but she was rare.

 

She made me stand.

 

I didn't drown.

I wasn't scared.

I shared.

 

She inspired

me to think

and taught me,

that paper

 

was not made for ink.

 

It was made,

for love and life,

for sorrow

and for strife.

for vision,

and for sacrifice.

 

I wasn't scared,

and I didn't drown.

 

I shared.