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MY HERO
By Michael Harmon, Army
Writing Type: Poem
In 1969 two things happened.
I was drafted and I was 1narried.
Michael, my son, was born with a
congenital brain disorder which
caused him to have strokes every few years.
As an infant he had strokes,
and as a kid, then as a teen.
We went horseback riding,
at first just mounting, then assisted riding,
then unassisted riding at a full gallop.
That helped him develop and helped him
overcome his paralysis.
After several weeks of horseback riding
he walked across a room and talked, too.
I was in the fight with him to help him develop
and he came a long way.
He was walking and talking.
He went to school at St. Timothy
where everyone liked hin1.
He was a special kid full of courage and kindness.
And we were very close, as one, really,
Until it happened.
A final stroke at 19 ended his short stay
after fighting alone in a coma for a year.
But I don't feel I ever lost him.
His spirit remains in me ...
Mikie forever alive.
Notes: Meg Reese
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