Saturday, May 30, 2026

My child

 My child 
A wheelchair I have 
But once
I ran
I played
Chased cows
Built fence 
Hauled hay
My child
Not that long ago 
I was like you
Free to be
Wild and true

My child
Then it happened 
I woke one morning 
I forgot how to move
But before that 
You couldn't keep me down for long 
I was ready
I was willing 
I just wanted to go 

Then like I said 
One day poof no walky
I stumbled 
I fell
Last November 
Was the last time
I moved on my own

My child 
Sure there were treadmills
There have been walkers
But
Nothing like it was

I have made progress over time
But I still have a long way to go

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