Special Nine
Born in April, two thousand and nine
he was spastic along his weak spine---
yet, we parents call him, "son of mine."
Midst life's challenges when he turned nine
God blest him for triumph*'s milestone-shine
cheering through thumbs-up gestures, "I'm fine."
Now, able to count from one to nine
he zooms via wheel chair with no whine
sharing by sign language, "let us dine."
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
May 13, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (May 23)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/23/2021.
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