Desperate to Fly
Josie is laughing even though she is asleep,
What marvellous things did her memory Keep?
Is she walking or running or chasing the Boys?
Catching a butterfly or playing with toys.
Maybe she is dancing on a warm summer lawn
Or watching the late sun until slowly it's gone.
Could she be paddling right up to her knees
Or flying a kite in a fresh sunny breeze.
Could she be swinging high into the sky,
Gripping tight to hold on and yet desperate to fly.
From way up there she can see for miles.
I pray these things are what brings Josie's smiles.
For when Josie wakes
She can do none of these things.
God,in his wisdom,clipped my child's wings.
Each step that she takes is a battle of wills
Between uncontrolled muscles and missing skills.
Her brain will not let her run, jump or play.
The things that she wants, her mouth will not let her say.
This wonderful child,
An angel to see,
is trapped in her prison.
Just wants to break free.
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