A Hero Like the Other

A Hero Like the Other.
By Lora Bayh


I’m a hero. I saw myself, very grand, cape in hand, in my son’s eyes today.
I’m a hero. Who knows where to kiss the hurt away, and all the perfect words to say.
Though I question so many things, and cry my secret tears…I’m a hero.
Though I make mistakes, and hide my fears, and harbor sorrows…I’m a hero.

He’s my hero….his eyes express his world, and his arms ‘round me are curled so tightly.
He’s my hero….he make the bad subside, in light filled hazel eyes, he smiles so brightly.
And though he makes mistakes, he see’s through a fuller glass, and doesn’t dwell on past….
He’s my hero.
And though he’s much to learn, his soul’s still wiser now, unencumbered by the “how’s?”….
He’s my hero.

He and I traverse each days obstacles, hand in hand, strength drawing on strength, love bearing love, need fulfilling need.
Hero to Hero.
Son leaning on mother…mother gleaning from son.
Better than either would be without a Hero like the other.

"What I Have Joined..."

I wrote this several years ago for someone who was considering divorce. She was being wooed by a man who was telling her there was so much more out there for her, that she deserved more. Her husband was forgetting to notice her, and there was no spark anymore. She divorced him anyway and is very happy today!!

“What I Have Joined…”
By Lora Bayh
November 8th, 2005

Love grown complacent, tends not to ebb…or flow,
But grows stagnant in the stillness where it lies.
Not that it’s gone astray…rather into shadow hides…
Waiting to be discovered,
Afforded effort,
Before it dies.
And in the time it seems it’s lost, while to the side it has been tossed,
The yearning to be cared for won’t subside.
led to fall prey
to behaviors
that divide.
Discontent worn on the face, justification comes at feverish pace,
Till another finds the place to scratch…the vows you spoke have met their match.
Easier to run away
From expectations gone astray,
Then to fight and save a union blessed…
of God.
The one thing the young can never know,
Is love
In the midst of complacency
Still grows.
For through committed time that’s spent
Love’s devotion will the itch,
In time,
Circumvent.
The key is to avoid the chance,
to scratch the itch…
in this circumstance,
And determine, by choice, you took vows for life,
Through the good,
The complacent,
And all the strife.
Setting the mind there’s no way out, is truly what commitment is all about.
With love that keeps no record of wrongs…with faith in God to keep you strong.
The ebbs and flows of love return!
With a pocket full of lessons learned,
If you stood your vows while loves waters were still.
You’ll have certainty you did God’s Will.
Recall the very vows you spoke,
stop excusing them as blunder,
For God spoke over the union you pledged,
“What I have joined,
Let no man, put asunder!”

Fool

Fool
By Lora Bayh
March 2009

Putting faith in wrong things,
Traveling dead end roads,
Holding things that can’t be,
Never more alone.
Touching fire
Self imposing pain
Breaking the umbrella
And drowning in the rain…

No blame…I did this to myself…

Opening heart and soul to be mishandled
Treading water with weights tied on my feet
Looking for crumbs on a gravel path
Tasting the sour after the sweet.
Closing eyes to my own actions.
Who’s that person in the mirror?
Surprised at my reaction.
Should have known I’d end up here.

Such shame…why’d I do this to myself?

First rule of want;
Don’t want what you can’t get.
First rule of heart;
Don’t choose the wrong outlet.
First rule of trust;
It’s something to be earned.
First rule of the fool;
It’s easy to get burned.

My pain…and I did it to myself.