Against All Odds
At first they doubted she would even live,
Then stated calmly that she would not walk.
This child for whom my life I'd gladly give,
Denounced as one of those who'd never talk.
I covered outraged ears, their words to block.
For those long months she danced beneath my heart.
I had played music for her from the start,
My own keen sense of rhythm to advance.
She listened to my cues and knew her part.
Despite their gloom, this child of mine will dance.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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