Getting Real With & Poet Extraordinaire Tammy Bartholomew
The Warrior
A true warrior
Who’d fight till the end
Is it a sister, neighbor, lover
Maybe your best friend
Is it the soldier
Who wears a uniform each day
Walking out the door
Maybe the last of their stay
Your neighbor
Leaving from time to time
Family waits their return
Their life on the line
The friend
Talking to you dusk to dawn
Wondering if you’ll be okay
Check on you the next early morn
It might be the person
Who takes you to lunch
Giving you a big hug
Whispering I love you so much
A family member
Who becomes extremely ill
You become their warrior
Giving them strength to heal
See warriors change face
All the time
They don’t always hide
Behind enemy lines
Our warriors stare
Us straight in the face
We never know it
Because we ‘re looking in the wrong place
Always thinking the warrior
Our father, husband or brother
When all along the warrior
Was our mother