Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
Grace and a Wheelchair
At the coffee shop
I found myself kneeling, as if in church
Crawling behind some empty tables in search
Of an electrical outlet for my new friend Grace
Whose mother wheeled her in for a space
And Grace needed electricity for her little screen
Where a red cow played in a pasture green
“Will this outlet do?” “Oh, it’s too far away”
So good folk formed a committee today:
“If we move this table back, and shift this chair…”
Family together – it’s right and fair
Thus Grace was enthroned, the queen of our hearts
Her subjects had all played their several parts
Grace has no filters, no volume control
But, oh! What a happy, blessed soul!
And I returned to my coffee as if everything had happened
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