Midst Disarray's Race
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Optimizing freedom zest
Challenging mother’s tidiness best
My son whirls himself around
Oblivious that he’s wheel-chair bound.
Loosening mobility gear
His spastic hands hurl things everywhere
Zooming beyond glee’s ecstasy
He’s waged war against my mess-flee policy.
Entangled around disarray’s coil
My mind screams, devoid of nagging turmoil
Special child now wins over distress bouts
Ending my heart chaos by his delightful shouts.
*Resolved to blend patience and might
I'm glad to see kid's milestone-height
To God I give my thanks** and praise
For His enabling grace midst orderliness-race.*
November 19, 2019
3rd place, "Disarray" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 11/23/2019.
*Last stanza added on November 25, 2019.
**1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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