Based on Bob Seger’s “Turn the Page.
She was the bravest of women,
Full not only of determination
But compassion for others
And a fierce passion for the things she held dear.
It wasn’t always so, she led a life of conformity
So often as she attempted to turn the page
She found herself facing
The same old shit, just a different day.
Within her she held secrets
The type that haunt you,
Tie you down, keep you riveted
Under the control of past perpetrators.
To break free she did what so many have had to do,
Act as no one expects, defy the naysayers
Step out into the unknown
As that was the only place left to go.
She wrote her story, irritated family
Suffered the slights only family can give
But believed it was her story,
“Let them write their own.”
Hers was as she experienced it.
In all this turmoil, which played upon her health
She still found time for me,
A boy, upon one page in her life.