There
where he is free
At last.
His cell, his body,
his paralyzed prison
Gone.
As is his life
One
He endured in pain yet
with faith and hope.
His brain
Dreaming of sailing again -
Holding his wife and
Hugging his children
Finally.
Christopher Reeve
Who
Smiled as he persisted
And
Laughed though he suffered.
A true
Superman
To many
Hopeful
Speechless
Desperate
Minds.
Dear Willima,
We almost share a surname (bar one letter my surname is the same as yours). I found your den because your surname struck me but reading this has inspired me to read more. What a striking poem and one that will hit a chord with anyone who reads it. As sad as I was to hear that Christopher had quit his mortal shore, I also believe that he has finally been set free.
Chanti
i've reviewed several christopher reeve poems--he will always be superman to me, and now he's not only walking and running, but he's breathing on his own :) and THAT indeed is a blessing
I am so saddened by Christopher's departure. Just makes me think that all our lives are so fragile. We should capture what the time we have on earth to do something good, and Christopher had done that.
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We almost share a surname (bar one letter my surname is the same as yours). I found your den because your surname struck me but reading this has inspired me to read more. What a striking poem and one that will hit a chord with anyone who reads it. As sad as I was to hear that Christopher had quit his mortal shore, I also believe that he has finally been set free.
Chanti
i've reviewed several christopher reeve poems--he will always be superman to me, and now he's not only walking and running, but he's breathing on his own :) and THAT indeed is a blessing
he shall be missed--wonderful, heartfelt tribute
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
You've penned a marvelous ode to his passing, William.
A great tribute to our hero!
Sandie May Angel