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Joan
Now I’m rising from depression
I can start to see the light,
but the reason I’ll recover
is the one who helps me fight.
She’s been there throughout my nightmare,
she’s the one who calms my sea
She’s my strength when I am failing
and her love will set me free.
For she bears my every burden
and she’s there both day and night,
making sure whatever happens
I’m prepared to stand and fight.
Though Joan’s only five foot nothing
she’s the strongest girl I’ve seen,
meeting all that I throw at her,
most would break where she has been.
She’s the one who’s strong and able,
always has to carry on,
as a wife and loving mother,
my Joan’s work is never done.
The real reason I go forward
when my backs against a wall
is the love of a good woman
always there to break my fall.
When you read about my ramblings,
if you wonder where I stand,
It is leaning on my soul mate,
as she holds me in her hand.
Ivor G Davies
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