he wears the ace of clubs
tattooed on his arm
an ace up his sleeve he said...
and why not?
a boy, my boy, no ordinary boy
he is the sun that lights my day
the soft whisper of breeze that
welcomes spring and wraps me
in a loving embrace
from the first smile to the first tottering
steps I watched him grow, nuzzling at my breast;
it seemed like only a second until he was
standing grinning at my knee
the childhood games and boyish scrapes
football fights and basketball games
girlfriends and broken hearts
paled as he grew into a man
a man, my man, no ordinary man
caring and considerate, a friend to all
his smile lights up the room
he is my son, standing tall against the world
heart filled with dreams and wishes
memories of crumpled Christmas wrappings and
Happy Birthday surprises melt into
long, lonely days in hospital corridors
waiting for the news you never want to hear
so...now we cherish every moment even more
while smiles and laughter hide our tears
for the beautiful boy who became the man
the one who will never see his dreams fulfilled
a boy, a man, my extraordinary son always looking to the sky
Author notes
Prompt:
What does this Song Inspire?
Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday you find
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
You'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
For my son...
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A contest entry
- ...Ordinary Day... by Desire.
1221 points, ended September 8, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hey Sis
I know that I have already left a comment here. I just had to read it again and again and every time it brought or brings a lump to my throat 
I can't ever imagine what you and your family are going through and saying Congrats on the Gold trophy just doesn't seem the right thing to do.
It is penned from the depths of your heart and the ink is your tears. I just wish I had the right thing to say to you Sis. All the words of support in the world will never make it go away.
Love you and miss you Sis 
xxxxxx
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I have read this poem several times sinse it was posted and I have been lost for words other than to say, there is no greater gift than that of a child and no greater love than that of a mother. There is nothing ordinary about that as your gifts to each other are unique and will be cherished forever
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And so goes the love of family and the endearing heart of a soul that was given a bum hand, hopefully his days will be filled with all the things that could make him as happy as one could be in this situation.
Blessed are the day you have, make them all count.
God Bless.
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Thank You!
Thank You for Your entry: For Michael
This piece tugged hard at Spirit and after reading several times ~
I'm Honored also Humbled You took the time to pen for my contest
You took the prompt and brought forth much for the Mind to feast upon~
Bravo!! When I digest words written, images come through that grab hard~
Woven Strengths: Wow~ Now this is one Unique take on the prompt and
after this may sound wild...but as soon as I read Your words...
I kept getting this in my Mind and nudged hard to leave here
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -
by the Divine Power of God -
cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
Whether religious-spiritual or not...I was nudged to place this here
I am shown a Male figure...I asked for help in analyzing Your verse
for there were many Energies which kept wanting to knock on doors
so to speak~this Masculine figure is standing with sword in his hand...
raising it to the Heavens...as if..not to give up for You mention...
one who will never see his dreams fulfilled...I keep getting a rebuking
of that line...it is like this feeling of *he will*
This Masculine figure (of Light...Lights up room) emphasizing *he will*...
Now I am just going by what I am getting in images and Energy...
I am hearing the line from Vanessa's song:
Please come with me,
see what I see
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
And he (St. Michael) said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand...
I am getting this: Please I implore You Mother of Michael...
he is not just an ordinary boy...he is an extraordinary boy-
His vision borrows mine.(from song)
But he was looking to the sky.
However that is to be Interpreted.
You give the Reader much to think about
Love the direction You took with this prompt
Hopefully my comment to Your write makes sense
Powerful verse and message You have brought forth
These words grabbed and pulled~
he is my son, standing tall against the world
heart filled with dreams and wishes
Vivid Imagery poured in these lines...
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Voice
also best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Many blessings too 
with much love and light~ Desire~*~
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My Darling Friend, you have no idea how much your comment meant to me. My son, Michael has been battling a brain tumour since he had surgery and treatment earlier this year and we were informed a few weeks ago that the tumour has returned with no possibility of further surgery or treatment. The doctors have given him 6 to 12 months to live. I only chanced upon your contest because I'm not online very much lately but when I read the lyrics they seemed like the prompt that I needed to write something. This was the first poem I have written in such a long time and there were so many thoughts wanting to be let out. I didn't write to receive a prize but rather to let out the feelings that were there. As a mother, my heart is breaking at the thought of losing my son but I know that poetry is a way to release the feelings and I appreciate the opportunity to do that through your contest.
I would be a sad contest participant if I didn't say thank you for the Gold which you awarded me and I do truly appreciate that honour...although all poetry must come from the heart, I just wish that this poem didn't have to be based on such a personal subject.
My son truly is a wonderful young man and if you knew him as I do you would understand just how true your comments were.
My love to you always, my friend.
Margaret
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Bless Your Heart Margaret ~ and I hear what You speak
Your words touched deep but also grabbed with much emphasis
on not giving up even when the Doctor's speak the way they do...
I kept being shown he IS a Strong Man...Miracles can and do happen
also...for those who Believe in God-His Angels...
not trying to get all religious in here~
but I was nudged to mention...HE WILL do what is in the best
interest of Your son...as that is HIS son too~ so to speak...
HE WILL not force Michael to endure more than what he could
handle...I kept getting~ as an example...I was told...
only about 3 years for me...because of my Heart...however...
in my Heart's state....I should be incapacitated...but am not...
I should be making regular trips to the hospital...but am not...
Miracles can and do happen...I pray for Your son...he is Precious...
and as a Mother...I understand feelings...I encourage You to continue
NOT giving up...Most Doctor's base on scientific...not spiritual...
Things can happen that are not seen...Anything is possible
With much Love also Light-Happiness and Healing
for Your Baby Boy~ Your Treasure and Your Life~ I wish him well
Congratulations on Your win also Thank You for taking the time to
enter for I am Honored 
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I will never give up until he draws his final breath but as you say, I will never ask him to endure that which he isn't willing to do. Everything we do from this moment on will be what Michael wants.
All I can ask is that the time he has left is happy for him and that he gets to do the things he wants which is what he is planning...to travel and see the world while he is healthy enough to do that...the rest we will meet as a family and surround him with the love we have always shown each other.
Your words have sometimes been disconcerting but in this case they are a great comfort to me and I am grateful for the gift which you share with your friends even though I know that it is sometimes difficult for you to say the things that you know must be said.
If you wish to contact me through a personal message I would love to hear from you sweetness
Love always
Margaret
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He is a Fighter~ in a nonviolent way of course
I imagine and get in images he is already surrounded
with those who Love him...that is a good feeling
Swells the eyes~ A Mother does not want to see her
son or daughter in pain...or suffering...
Thank You for sharing Your Gem with us
Bless His Heart~ 
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Brought tears to my eyes hun
Much love to you!
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Oh Sis...
This is such a horrible thing you are all having to deal with I wish I had the right words to make it all go away for you, Michael and your family. Love you Sis
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how proud he must be to read this eloquent tribute from mum,,good luck M
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a beautiful and moving tribute... sendingssss
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Lotsas for you and for Michael...no words I have can express what I feel when reading this and remembering the big lug sticky taping my fridge door 'well and truly shut' ...along with many other fond ones. Give him a big smoochie for me will ya.
Mwah Twinny
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Those are the memories that will always make us smile Twinny...the fun times and yes, he can be such a big lug sometimes
Smoochie will be delivered when he wakes up in the morning...a whopping great big one, I promise
Love you always
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"memories of crumpled Christmas wrappings and
Happy Birthday surprises melt into
long, lonely days in hospital corridors
waiting for the news you never want to hear
so...now we cherish every moment even more
while smiles and laughter hide our tears
for the beautiful boy who became the man
the one who will never see his dreams fulfilled
a boy, a man, my extraordinary son always looking to the sky."
Oh Margaret...this brought a tear, what a beautiful sentiment that only a mother could portray.
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A lovely heartfelt piece, my best wishes.
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