Sunday, April 18, 2010

To the little hockey player

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.

But today,

you are too young

to have learned that

and you make me smile.

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