You Were

You were the strong arm

The shoulder we leaned

On

The soft place

To land

When life

Made you feel

As if you

You were going

To hit the pavement

Head on.

You were

The gentle beauty

I always thought

Of you

As our

Italian Grace

Kelly.

You were the

Book lover

Who taught me

To read

When I was

Three.

And when

They diagnosed me

As Dyslexic

You were the

One who refused

Anything but the

Best for me.

You were the

One who

Encouraged me

When I told

You I wanted

To be an author

You always