My main audience for some reason, is India. So maybe many of you haven’t heard of this super hero called Kevin Sinfield. Kevin was a rugby player, he had a friend and team mate called Rob Burrows, Rob contracted MND (Motor neurone disease) and died after many years of brave suffering. Rob’s family aided by Kevin decided to raise funds for a MND treatment and research centre. Kevin’s commitment to this venture was noting less than super human. I’ve lost count of the “Seven marathons in seven days” Kevin ran. One of the most touching things though I have ever seen, was watching Kevin lift Rob out of his wheelchair and carry him the last few metres of one of those marathons.

Hero’s come in all shapes and sizes, Kevin is a big man, but the lady in my story below is tiny, it’s a wonder her massive heart fits in her body. Since I wrote this Mr Bungalow, has passed away. Mrs Bungalow still living her life as well as she can, but with a huge hole left by the passing of her soul mate.

The Lady.

When people talk of bravery, they usually mean in battle,
There are though other things some people have to tackle,
I used to deliver a local mag, many moons ago,
That’s when I met this lady, I called her Mrs Bungalow,

A more gentle lady you could never wish to meet,
Every week on my round her and husband I would greet,
We’d stand and chat a while, at the Bungalow’s front door,
Then one day I heard the news Mr Bungalows health was poor,

Cancer is a shocking thing, the word fills us all with terror,
With my friends the Bungalow’s though it had made its choice in error,
This was was a battle it would not win, and it was soon sent packing,
The lady from this alone, you’ll see in bravery was not lacking.

Fate though had not finished yet, with this couple oh so fine,
Another monster on my friend had come around to dine,
This beasts name was Alzheimer’s and it was here to stay,
I went home and wept and wept, when I heard the news that day.

Mr Bungalows now in a home, and there he is content,
Mrs Bungalow now quite blind, but still a force not spent,
She visits him most everyday, her love for him enduring,
In this world of malcontents, I find this so reassuring,

Some put themselves in places, on the hunt for glory,
Others have conflict forced on them, and that’s a different story.
So when you hear of medals, being awarded to brave soldiers,
Please do not forget the others, with great burdens on their shoulders.

All words Meadowhead Bard.