A “Relayer” from Illinois wrote a poem about me and sent it to me via Facebook a month go.  I wanted to share it with all of you!  Thank you Lee!  Your gift is beautiful!

The Walker

I was making my laps , trying to show I cared
but , it was really hard , maybe I just wasn’t prepared
I’d been doing this so long , it started to seem old
a heart that should be fiery , was starting to get cold
that was when I saw her , walking around the track
I knew , in just an instant , she had something I lacked
for , she just seemed so focused , without even seeming to try
and when she saw a luminaria , a tear fell from her eye
I gathered up my courage , and asked her for her name
she looked at me a moment , as if wondering my game
Then , she said , ” My names Jemma !” , as she shook my hand
“But , I’m called , The Walker !” I didn’t understand
She said , ” I come to all the Relays , some near , and far away
and , though it’s quite a drive , I came to yours today !”
Now , I must confess , I didn’t quite understand
for I had driven a hour and a half , and thought that was quite grand
” Why drive so many hours , to a place that you don’t know ?
What is your incentive ? What up and makes you go ? ”
She said , ” Cancer is a menace , that is just my view
it’s taken many loved ones , it almost got me , too !
so , this is how I fight it , the lines have been drawn
and God , give me the strength , to carry this fight on !”
I looked at her and hugged her , and cried a tear or two
and , that night walked away , with a different point of view
oh , I know , friends , how easy to get down !
But , you will find new vision , when the Walker comes to town !

By: Lee Lane

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