Playground Delight
Racing spree
in his world so free
basking with glee
he zooms merrily
yet courageously
with his wheel chair; counting one, two, three.
There he swirls fearlessly
in pure mirth jubilantly
“Catch me ... ” says he
unmindful of Mom’s plea
“oh, I’m tired, you see…
sure, you won, my sweetie!”
Midst playground moments joyously
my special son bonds with me wondrously
blessing* from the Lord I cherish graciously.
*Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
April 30, 2021
Edited on June 16, 2021
Honorable Mention, "PLAYGROUND" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Shreya LN; judged on 7/3/2021.
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