My Hero

A poem about my mother

My Hero

Many people want to be the hero

We hear all the time of sports heroes, war heroes, civil rights heroes….

Many people want to swoop in

 save the day, alleviate suffering, and bring hope to those who need it

We love heroes…but many don’t know the life of a hero

 

I hear those who want to swing from the rooftops like spider man

Or stop criminals like the X men

Or traverse through the solemn night

Like the famed dark knight

 

But wasn’t it spidey who went through the pain

Of never having his mary jane?

Or what about the x men who’s power couldn’t be beat

Wasn’t these the same people who couldn’t walk the street?

Or maybe choose the life of the dark knight

Who never had a love or even a wife?

 

You see a hero has a hard life

A hero has a self sacrificing life

A hero puts others ahead of themself

A hero oftentimes put their happiness aside to help others feel it

 

My hero is my mother

Annie Lorraine Jones

There is not a day I don’t think about her

For what she’s done and she continues to do.

You see my mother does many things

I can say so because of the happiness she brings

With her laugh

With her smile

With her love and kindness

I’m looked over by hero, Good lord im blessed!

To have the best!

Woman one could have by their side!

 

You see my mother pays bills

Lots if not all

And she tells me its gets stressful

And sometimes she wants to ball

Fall

And break down crying

But no matter what happens

She gets up and keeps trying

 

She teaches students of the next generation

And her students think she’s the best in the nation

At teaching despite her many works

She takes care of my sisters, and oh there’s a case

But despite the pain she feels you can’t wipe the smile from this woman’s face!

She doesn’t cook, bless her heart

But she always manages to try

However, there’s no dish I love better than her mean shepherd’s pie

She cleans the house, prays, and taught me to respect women

She does everything under the sun and I truly appreciate it…

 

But the amazing thing about my mother it that she sticks to your side

Even when your actions made her cry..

When I was twelve I ran away from home

And though surrounded by my family

She felt all alone…

When I returned, I came to find that others did me wrong

But mother was simply glad I was home

When I was small I was sensitive fat and shy

Jokes in school made me cringe

And each night I’d fall down and cry

In my bedsheets

All I did was weep

And despite my indifferences

She comforted me

Still

With a will

That kept me going

Caused me to keep going

Despite the moaning

That I kept inside

 

These days I’m busy

And it’s a shame it’s true

I don’t call home as much as I need to

But so you know there isn’t day

That I don’t think, appreciate, and truly love

A mother that’s got to be sent from above

Which I why I work so hard night and night and night after day!

So that I can live life like my hero in every way!

She has attributes that make up the greatest power

For this day, mother’s day, she’s truly the woman of the hour!

My mother, my mother, my mother…

Truly wears the cape and the outfit

But her power is derived from her amazing spirit

 

It’s a bird

It’s a plane

Not’s its not any of those

For the hero of my life is Annie Lorraine Jones  

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the beautiful poem for your mother. She is a hero. I like your understanding of her life. Ain't easy keeping a home strong and going forward. She is also a teacher. She is a hero to me too. Thank you for the story of a great woman.
Coyote