The Wheelchair

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The Wheelchair

When you see a tiny girl

That cannot walk at all,

Do you ever wonder what life holds?

Or how her blessings will unfold?

She won’t be going dancing,

Or climbing up the stairs…

Do you think about how life would be,

Spending most of it in chairs?

Do you wonder when the time is right,

What she will be told?

Do you wonder how she'll cope

While she’s growing old?

Do you think about her parents

And what they have to do?

Do you pass them by

With a prayer of thanks,

Because it isn’t you?

Do you think about the other kids

And how they learn to cope

With thoughts their baby sister

Will never jump a rope?

Perhaps you have forgotten

All that she has been given

In her arms she carried gifts

All the way from heaven.

This little one with tender kisses

That melt a heart of stone~

Those tiny arms around your neck...

Hugs like you’ve never known.

She’s smart and pretty and oh, so fun

So what ~ if she can never run!

Each little thing that comes along

She'll quickly learn just how it's done.

There are a million things to do

And she will do her share...

She’ll figure out a way to dance

While sitting in her chair.

Though her legs don’t work at all

Her arms are very strong

And with this little tiny chair

She'll learn to get along.

When something big is taken

Something great is given~

This little chair’s a Godsend

Not foe ~ but welcomed friend.

When the rest of us get old and frail

And our legs have given way

She’ll get herself another chair

And travel on her way!

For many have not been so blessed

To have a little chair

Through ages past they’ve all been held

And carried everywhere!

A wheelchair's not about confining

It’s time to do some redefining.

A wheelchair is like taking wing

Now she can do everything!

If we could wish upon a star

We wouldn’t change the way you are.

You were sent from up above

And fill each life with light and love.

So there you have it, Hazie Jo

With this chair you’re free to go!

So stay a happy, precious girl……

Now go on out and change the world!

*******

With Love, Gramma

On Your Special Day

3~25~2010

The Royal Carriage and Her Little Highness.

http://youtu.be/Ar1ug61DlP4 for the e-mail subscribers, here the link to a video of her first night with wheels.

While looking through the Grandkid's blog yesterday I ran across this poem I wrote for Hazel back in 2010 when she first got her wheelchair. I had totally forgotten about it. So I tweaked it a little and decided to repost it. She was just two at the time. Since then she has become very proficient in her purple, sparkly wheelchair. She remains, I am happy to report, "a happy, precious girl." Her spina bifida presents many challenges, but the Lord in all His wisdom knew she was up for it.