"You'll never make it without me
and you'll always be alone"
His words seemed to haunt her
and fear pierced her soul
He thought that he had conquered;
he laughed with no regret
But what he had not realized
was she was wearing Red
She lifted herself up off the ground
and gathered her children close by
With a broken smile and tender touch
she comforted their cry
She dressed herself with Determination
her shoes were Pumps of Faith
Yesterday she wasn't sure
But today make no mistake
Success seems to precede her
and her children call her Blessed
Her strength, my inspiration
her fragrance, Trust in Him
So when you feel it's over
and you think you failed the test
She lovingly smiles at you as she
hands you her Red Dress
I wrote this poem for a friend of mine named Cindy. A victim of polio at the age of 4, she is paralyzed from her hips down. She grew up, fell in love and married. Soon after her children were born he started cheating on her and verbally abusing her and he taunted her... daring her to do something about it. She was devastated...but she wasn't finished. She divorced him and raised her two kids alone, working two jobs and putting her kids through college. She bought a house, a car and still works circles around everyone around her. She's not just a survivor, she's a success.