Jun 03 2009
Poetry From the Playground
I wrote this poem today as I waited for my daughter to get out of school. Anyone who uses a wheelchair (or other mobility device such as a scooter) to get around will understand it. If you don’t use a wheelchair, remember that in the chair sits a human being.
View From The Chair
You walk by me
As if I am not there.
My legs may not be strong
But my mind is.
These wheels do not shield
Me from the world.
They do not make me blind.
I see you as you pass me by.
My body reminds you
Of your own mortality.
Yours reminds me
Of my own.
You find temporary escape from truth
As you pretend I don’t exist.
Yet when you close your eyes
Mine are open wide.
