All of his training led to this
striving spanning seasons.
He tackles these miles, not for himself,
but for far deeper reasons.
The crowd cheers on, marveling at,
strength of the runners' spirit.
Feet pound the ground, deep in thought,
he doesn't even hear it.
Many run to beat a time,
different drives for glory.
Not for him, not simply driven,
he's called to run this story.
Those driven run for themselves,
but all these months he has fought,
He has been called not just driven,
to run for those who cannot.
He's halfway there, struggle creeps in,
but he has learned to persevere.
Along the miles memories occupy his mind,
and he hears a whispering in his ear.
"Atta boy, you can do it. Just know that we are here."
Voices very present no longer past.
He feels them on either side of him now,
the miles pass by fast.
Muscles ache, pain is building,
a body pushed past its limits,
But each step he would never trade,
just to have them with him one more minute.
The outward passion, for those with cancer,
in the name of research, the run.
But personally, this marathon is tackled
step by step, as a cousin and a son.
The finish is not far now, tears build,
giving anything to hold her,
As his strength fades, he can feel her,
her hands upon his shoulders.
They keep him going, pushing him,
past his weariness and strife.
Each mile adding to research and study,
that will someday save a life.
I am currently living in Milford, NH with my husband John, and our three children, Caroline, Maggie and Jacob. I am currently a fourth grade teacher. We have recently moved back to New England, and I thank God every day for the blessing of being close to my family.
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