harry hayes Posted August 16, 2012 Report Share Posted August 16, 2012 JUST ONE OF THOSE THINGS. A child with a life in a wheel-chair, Watches others running free; Within his comprehension? As good as it gets for me. People stare or converse with the carer, Foot in mouth disease the fear; Unaware of a silent scream, "Speak to me, I'm only here". The mother must display a happy face, Her love outweighs the pain; Why?- the guilt-edged question, An eternal search in vain. People sing of our loving God, And the things he does for us; For our mite, the bible question, Why hast thou made me thus? ----------------------------------- HH 8/12 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brendam. Posted November 27, 2012 Report Share Posted November 27, 2012 Harry, As usual, I love your poetry......but this poem especially as it rings so true. I am a Carer and used to look after a lady in a wheelchair, and was amazed when people spoke to me as if Edith wasn't there! "How is she today?" "Is she warm enough?" are just 2 examples.As for " Why hast thou made me thus?" How true!! Keep up the good work Harry!! Bren. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted November 29, 2012 Author Report Share Posted November 29, 2012 Thank you Bren. Your comments are much appreciated. very best wishes Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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