My Hero Poem by Elizabeth Ross

If they ask me what I fear,
I'll say it's losing you, my sweetest dear.
You've given all the soul can give,
When I look at you, my heroine I live.

I'll tell my children you were beautiful,
And when "Chiquitita" plays, so wonderful,
I know it's because you're near and alive,
I hope in Italy, with gelato, you'll arrive.

So steady in every word you say,
I'm proud life chose me in this special way.
And though I wasn't born from your womb,
In your heart, I'll always have room.