To Fellow Rag Dolls Living With Cerebral Palsy
Silk, linen, velvet, cotton, wool;
made from all sorts; textures, fabrics,
buttons, ribbons, hips made from zips,
whoops-a-daisy and falling to bits.
Her heart is made of golden fluff,
her smile is stitched shining bright,
now and again she’s not there, quite,
her spirit shines like ultra violet light.
Droops, dangles her limbs and neck,
durable to all types of wear and tear,
broken, damaged here and there,
people stare; she just does not care.
Battling, juggling impossibilities,
shining diamond sequined eyes,
always ready to give you a surprise,
like a cartoon, she’ll always survive.
Has trouble with her physical being,
words tangled in the laces of her head,
still figuring out what you have just said,
jerking, jolting to the day she’s dead!
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