Written from the table of the physical therapists office:
My leg is tender.
Hurts to touch.
Hurts to soothe.
But today I walk and you can barely see my limp.
Soon I will run.
Soon I will dance.
The wide blue winter skies call me
They say "Fly with me!"
And soon I will be able to listen.
Monday, December 11, 2017
Learning Love
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