Inspiration Can Be
A little tomboy, covered in dirt.
Mud on her face and all over her shirt.
Taught by her dad ,how to build with wood.
Walked around in her jeans, a sweater and a hood.
Grew up to be smarter than they ever thought.
A classy women, handmade clothes,never bought.
After college her life really started to expand.
A job on computers is where she did land.
Later she fell in love, married in a year.
They bought a beautiful house,is what I did hear.
Standing near the window, often she would draw.
Her sketches are in the Art Building Of Shaw.
Intelligent,smart and pretty at best.
Now let me tell you the rest.
Like as many she struggled in her life.
Happy in marriage, an amazing wife.
Struggling with stress from a long time ago.
Depression and on meds, it started slow.
Taking a leave from her job for awhile.
Tears took over, it was hard for her to smile.
This could happen to anyone she was told.
Her husband standing close,his hand she did hold.
Talking with a doctor, getting lots of sleep.
Sharing feelings she held deep.
It wasn’t long and she started to feel good again.
Putting her thoughts down in a journal with a pen.
Later she created a book on how she got better.
I am an author and was honoured to have met her.
After sharing her story with me.
I want to tell you this,” I’ve learned what true inspiration can be”.
Such an amazing lady.
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