She Makes Dreams Come True
by Kathleen HighamI was blessed with a brother
He was a gentle hearted child
An absolute joy to everyone
His ways were meek and mild.
He was loved, so very loved
Wherever my brother would go
Smiles always followed
For how were we to know?
That he would go to heaven
I am thinking my Auntie knew
When she gave to him a horse
Making all his dreams come true.
Having only this photograph
Of a beautiful little boy
Sitting on a magnificent horse
I can only imagine his joy.
Today I was blessed once again
Watching my doctor, I was thrilled
Her face completely determined
Her stance, regal and skilled.
She claims she's not an athlete
Oh, I believe she is far more
Maybe a tiny woman, but
On her horse she will soar.
She makes dreams come true
On the edge of life she'll stand
So masterful is her Godly gift
An infant cradled in her hand.
I find her to be courageous
In all that she will do, whether
Riding her horse, or birthing a child
She makes dreams come true.
