Voices of Miracles

This poem records how I felt the first time I walked with crutches (otherwise unaided) at the age of 17. I had to listen to hear the miracles cheering me on as I ventured. There I was, so scared and focused that I drooled on the ground, but I did it. And when I reached my destination, I really did need some convincing. Good thing those miracles were there to tell me, “you did it!”

My Scooter

This short limerick emphasizes the playfulness in my attitude growing up with a physical disability and motorization. (It isn’t gone now either–I’m still goofy this way–after all the years, I still zoomed around doing figure eights even at work where I was supposed to look professional!)

We’re the Special Ones with Less

This poem offers a unique perspective on disability. It’s not always easy to see success in the midst of difficulty, but such paradoxes make performers out of all who live with hardships. Weakness in a physical disability, or any shortcoming, tends to amplify the accomplishment in whatever a person does, especially when someone without the shortcoming does the same thing.