Life in a Wheelchair

"Blue Wheelchairs"
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I fell

and injured my back.

I can see, hear and talk

and my mind is as sharp as a whistle.

Ninety.

Wheelchairs.

Bring on changes.

They minimize visits.

"Can anyone who can't walk, talk?"

Seems not.

Shopping. 

With companion. 

Person I knew came by. 

Greeted only my companion.

Ah well! 

Today.

A gent "gets" it.

"Did she fall?" asked a lady.

"Ask her. She can talk," said the gent.

I'm real!

I smiled. 

It made my day. 

The wheelchair's a helpful thing;

but I never stop being a person.

Thank you!

Janet Thielges, OSB