Her Day

In her day she dazzled the boys and made many a girl jealous. Fantasy was always reality and love was the most important thing of all. The sun always shone so bright and the moon glowed all thru the nights. Today she speaks with no reply given. Her days are long and lonely, and her nights are cold and sometimes wet from an uncontrollable bladder that has caused her such grief for so long. Hands that do not open up and legs that will not staighten out. Unable to reach for cover during a cold night and unable to walk to the bathroom to relieve herself and save the embarrassment of a wet bed. Unable to push herself in her wheelchair and not capable of getting food or water when she would like. A mouth that does not move and words that will not come out. Her days do pass with many who walk by with no nod of recognition or a thoughtful word to say. One wish left for her to help her get by is the wish of death to come soon and the golden gates to open up and welcome her. Dedicated to all who are unable to care for themselves. Written by: Misty D. Burress