You are small for age,
pale as milk and have crazy thick glasses
like Steve UrKel, a TV character
you are too young to remember
accept via rerun.
Green wheelchair and brittle bone disease
don’t stop you playing rough house games,
you say (and seem older saying it),
“My bones will break anyway,
might as well break them playing hockey.”
When you get older,
perhaps you’ll hate-
as much as I do now-
people calling you inspirational
merely for living life on terms
dictated by self rather than impairment.
you are too young
to have learned that
and you make me smile.