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Published:December 22nd, 2013 11:18 EST
Two New Poems That Go Hand in Hand

Two New Poems That Go Hand in Hand

By Ed Roberts

Living for the Race

 

The motorcycles zip past the grandstand

Traveling at over 100 miles per hour

It`s another Saturday afternoon at the races

The seats are filled

With fans and family members

The pits are buzzing

And the infield is covered

With tents and chairs

 

All can hear the roar

As the machines simultaneously downshift

Grabbing for a lower gear

As they approach the ever-so-sharp

Turn number one

 

Suddenly the constant flow of motion breaks

The #19 bike clips the back wheel of the bike beside it

Chaos in the next few seconds

Prevails

 

Those who are able

Swerve to avoid the collision

Those who are not

Are engulfed in the mayhem

 

The rescue crews

Firemen and ambulance drivers

Leap into action

The caution flag is raised

And for the next few moments

Life itself stops

For a handful of people

 

During the week

David is a dentist

On weekends

He is

The rider #9

 

In the stands

Vicky, his wife

Tightly grabs the hand of their son, Jonathon

And like so many other spouses

Prays

 

So many nights

They argued

So many times she would tell him

His insurance wouldn`t cover him at the track

They needed his paycheck to pay the bills

They needed a new car

They needed so many things

But what she and Jonathon needed most

Was him

 

His answer was always the same

He had to be free

Racing made him feel alive

It was simply

Who he was

 

Unfortunately

That day

In so many ways

This became true

 

Ed Roberts 12/13/13

 

(For Mary with love)

 

 and



Pure Love


 


So few people understand the nature


Of pure love


 


For so many years


Barbara would support her husband Daniel


During the week


She would come home from work


And start cooking supper


More times than not


She would have dinner waiting for him


When he came through the door


She would do the laundry


Clean the dishes


Everything it took


To keep the house clean


 


So few people understand the nature


Of pure love


 


On oh so many weekends


Barbara would support her husband Daniel


Together they would drive several miles


Sometimes stay overnight in different small towns


And she would sit in the stands


Often with many strangers


And watched and cheered


As Daniel rode bulls


 


Bull riding was his passion


Something he had done most of his life


He did have the scars to prove this


And in so many ways


So did she


 


One Sunday in October


Everything changed


While riding a bull named Destroyer "


Daniel was thrown just outside the corral gate


Like so many times before


He hit the ground hard


But this time


He landed first on his head


Barbara was there


When they loaded him into the ambulance


She was there waiting


While they worked to save his life


And she was also there


When they told him


He would never walk again


That for the rest of his life


He would only be able to move


His left arm


 


So few people understand the nature


Of pure love


 


Some women would have left


Especially during the first few months


The months Daniel said


He wished that he had died that day


She understood he was hurting


She understood that he was angry


She understood him in ways


That he didn`t understand himself


 


In the ten years that followed


Barbara would support her husband Daniel


She was with him


When he learned to eat again


When he learned how to operate his new chair


And also when he learned to drive again


She went with him


When he went to Wal-Mart


To apply for a greeter position


And took off work to drive him there


For his first day of work


 


She was also there


The day they took him to the hospital


And a few days later


When they turned off the machine


That had breathed for him for his last five days


 


So few people understand the nature


Of pure love


 


I am writing these words for you tonight


Because in my life I have met some special people


People who I feel need to have their story told


A story I know they will never write


For themselves


 


A story of a man who chose to ride bulls


And the story of a woman who stood by his side


And never thought or demanded anything for herself


 


So few people understand the nature


Of pure love


 


I wanted to write these words


Because Barbara did


 


Ed Roberts


12/15/13


 Both of these poems are based on real life, taken from the lives of two different people who are very close to me.