Hopes and dreams like ripples across the water,
The moon casts it light surreal across the surface.
An abundance of voices remember and connect.
Your existence and your inner beauty left a shadow on my life
You reach beyond the grave and you continue to create your magic
Through my footfalls and my hands.
And through the light that continues to shine in the eyes of all those whom you touched.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
We had a prompt on d’Verse and it was about “super” and of course I think our lives and pasts are actually littered with so many superheroes and I think they leave a living legacy in that they touch our lives and change who we are and what we become.
I learned about the heroes of the cotton famine this week, and it made me proud of my ancestors, we stand on the shoulders of giants, and it is sad to say goodbye to Prof Hawking who has been a true superhero to so many. This poem was written about Princess Diana. The images at the bottom relate to the heroes of the Cotton Famine the Lancashire Cotton Mill workers.
The image of Diana was from the public domain and able to be reproduced.
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Hues of Hankinson 
She was definitely a shining example of a Superwoman!
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I think it is likely that everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing when they first heard of her death. That is true of very few events in history. The Kennedy assassinations, the Twin Towers bombing. I can’t think of many others in my lifetime.
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I like this line: “You reach beyond the grave and you continue to create your magic”
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Well done. I do agree — the legacies of true super heroes live on. And live on in the next generations.
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Maybe true heroes are those who have already left… the power to reach from beyond the grave is what makes the real difference.
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