We were recently sent this poem from a long-time Special Olympics coach and supporter. We thought we would share this with all of you.
by Jann Miller, June 2002
It is easy to imagine the beauty In each face that might have been
It is easy to see a glimpse of a family tie You can see the image of a mother or dad In a shadow on their face You can tell it is their child, but not really.
It’s easy to imagine how solemn Their life might be, thinking how sad
And then you see them dance.
Twirling, spinning to the music
They either hear like me,
Or hear it in their mind.
And you see them smile.
Singing the words they may know,Or making them up as they go.
Whichever it is, it is a song of joy
If their limbs are silent, Their faces dance alone
They don’t try to be better Than anyone else,
They just try to be better for themselves.
Each face bears the mark of a hero, Every step a miracle of its own
And we watch them dance And we see their joy
And we see the uncommon hero.
There’s a spirit in every soul Whether quiet or loud
That spirit comes alive when they win,Or when they don’t
And we feel so proud for them But not nearly as proud as they
Feel for themselves.
Proudly displaying the medals they’ve won A very proud hero with a tale to tell Of a battle won not just today But every day One step at a time One breath at a time One dance at a time A song in their heart
The uncommon hero.