Beata Agustin Poet Rhyme

My Special Child's Wheelchair is Like My Patience

Hilariously alike indeed
My special child's wheelchair and my patience when they are freed
Toward great fun to meet triumphantly necessary need
Like driving against gloomy mood for exuberant deed...

When soaring for delightful pursuits no to miss
My son's wheelchair maneuvers with bliss
Such is my patience from heart's grateful abyss
Praising the Lord for the help of every Brod and Sis...

When the wheelchair can't function and to rest it must bow
My special child keeps asking questions midst why and how---
That's my patience* in waiting for fulfilment of a vow
I pray, "Lord, please give me faith's answer, and I want it now!"

*Psalms 37:7-9 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way.

July 24, 2025
2nd place, "12 lines or less Ridiculous Comparisons" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 8/16/2025

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Robert Sidwell August 20, 2025 at 9:35 AM Congrats on the win for this enjoyable poem!

Miranda Hawley August 18, 2025 at 9:12 AM First, congrats on your win. It might have placed higher if it wasn't for the bold print. It does take a lot of patience for working with special needs kids. I love my job as a bus monitor for the special needs kids, but I can't imagine being the parent to one.

Bill Baker July 25, 2025 at 9:55 PM I challenge that must be met with patience, my friend. Thanks for sharing meaningful poetry with us, Beata. Smiles ~ Blessings, Bill