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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