As you know, I am enrolled in Poetry 101. It’s been a challenge (that means you, odes), but I have enjoyed it. Thursday I did a limerick (if you want to read it, it’s my last post) about my disdain of math. It was so much fun! Because of that, I have decided to write another couple.
My pooch’s name is Maggie.
She often gets shaggy.
Still, she looks so pretty, but
My dad calls her Haggie.
We also have Wayne.
To walk is really a strain.
My sister got him dog grip socks,
But too bad he can’t use a cane.
I know a thirtysomething who despises math,
Even as a young girl she felt its wrath.
In school she tried and tried
But upon getting a test back, she just sighed.
That girl is grown; even today a good book she would much rather hath.
(Are you with me??)
My involvement with Free Wheelchair Mission (a Christian charity that provides the disabled in developing countries with wheelchairs) has made me realize that though I live in the United States, and the people they help are most likely poor, we have a lot in common. Our transportation, for instance. I could not imagine life without a wheelchair. I have not had to crawl on the ground or lived life stuck in bed. We have many differences—our skin’s hue, for instance—but there are four things that bind us together: Our wheels.