"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.