Zestful Flight
Speeding to progress height
my special son zooms toward zestful flight
driving with his wheel chair with delight
whirling from left to right
cheering us all aright…
Vanquishing spastic blight
which does not well excite
he communes with gestures’ might
conquering boredom’s fight
flying cheerfully custom-made kite…
Then he grabs pen to write
figures clear at his sight
mom’s teeth showing smile’s bright
sister’s bag purely white
bits of cheese he can cheerily bite…
Along good appetite
he strives hard to recite
mumbling sounds without fright
noisy, oh, never quite
mirth-filled midst giggling sprite…
Soon enthralled with flash light
he grips it really tight
exuding smiles that invite
toward genuine respite
from rigors never trite.
With lullaby’s dim light
ending his prayer* plight
comes stuffed toy’s tinkling mite
messing up slumber site
for quirky wriggling cheerful night.
*Psalm 69:13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.
March 17, 2020
Edited on March 27, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND PICK 3,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/7/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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