FACING DOWN NIGHTMARES

My Dad stood staring

At the headlight close at hand…

Shining through the rear coach door,

I didn’t understand.

As Mom told me later,

He was facing down his fears…

Of being run over by a train

When he was but eight years.

The car his Dad was driving

Became a crumpled heap…

The sight of the headlight overhead

In the mist he buried deep.

His Dad was killed outright

While he was hurt bad

Taking months of recovery

That awful memory he had!

I didn’t realize on excursion runs

With steam he would stand there so…

Facing down his deepest fear

And telling it to go!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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