THE WHEELCHAIR

If he should love me not
  the morning would still be here
The rays of sun or drops of rain
  would still pass among our ears
If he should love me not

If he could touch me not
 with eyes that first engaged
The moments we held embraced
  the look upon his face
If he could touch me not

If he would walk me not
 the flowers left untouched 
Spring trees in blossom full
 arms entwined and clutched
If he would walk me not

If he lay with me not
 To wake in afternoon
To smile a smile forever last
 With eyes a pleasant tune
If he lay with me not

If he should find me not
 An easy heart to care
If this not his destiny
 A forever chained wheelchair
If he should find me not

If he decides to be not there
  And hold his children tight
As I move on beyond the sun
  Go gently into the night
If he decides to be not there
 
not a happy piece but with the prompt 
“Wheelchair” not to manyoptions. This 
story is about my daughter’s friend 
and nurse coworker who is in later 
stage ALS, husband left her with 
2 kids. My daughter who is also a 
nurse has taken upon herself to care 
for Becky during her final moments. 
The piece isabout Becky’s strength, 
resolution and acceptance.  

About JackoRecords

Published Baby Boomer Songwriter. Heavy lyrics and prose and story telling ala Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Jimmy Webb.
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3 Responses to THE WHEELCHAIR

  1. pales62 says:

    Do not usually get an emotional response to most writings. Your poem was an exception.

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  2. gepawh says:

    The poem, a touching thought. Your postscript describing your daughters action, the stuff that love and life are built upon. Good for the mother and father that raised this beautiful soul!

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