You’ve passed them on the sidewalk
that borders every street.
They possess no notable features
to shout their simple feats.
And yet these souls have simple traits,
what comes to mind are three.
They possess not only inner grace
but compassion and empathy.
There are many who feel a hero
is a noted person of deeds
but the everyday folk among us
fulfill simple wants and needs.
My hero was my father
who remained devoted to my mom
while a disease stole her all her memories
until she recognized no one.
My hero is my husband
reading to our son at night.
A simple gesture to be sure
but for my son, it’s pure delight.
My hero is a neighbor
left with four young boys to rear
while coping with her husband’s death
she gallantly perseveres.
My hero is my sister in law,
holding a dying woman’s hand.
refusing to let this gentle soul
pass alone when her time came.
My hero is the tall young man
offering an elderly woman his seat.
My hero is the school girl
who invites a new girl to sit and eat.
All these acts that no one sees
happen each and every day.
By modest folks who simply care.
Heroic in their own quiet way.