I did not find my hero till the sunset of my life.
He did not come on a white horse with armor shining bright.
He simply was born in the wee hours of the morn.
He came to fill my life with a glorious loving light.
He came to fight a villain the naked eye cannot see.
He keeps it all inside him and smiles through all my fears.
He laughs and dances as if he feels no pain.
He does this to protect me;
So my tears will not be falling like warm summer rain.
This is the relationship of a Grandmother and her Grandson.
Everyday we raise our armor to hold back leukemia.
It is a chemical warfare bound with prayers, optimism, and everlasting love.
We will destroy the enemy and claim back our precious gift.
My hero will climb in my arms and I will rock him to sleep.
There is nothing greater than this moment in time.
Thank you, LORD, for this moment is Nicholas's and mine.
Thank you for sharing this story. My grandson, Nathan, who is 6 is currently battling the same illness. Fortunately he is in remission but has several more years to go before we can breathe...
Published: February 2006