Here Is My Peom

My wheelchair is a part of me. When he moves, it is like a tank under my control. My wheelchair has a chair like a portable bed. His wheels are round like a balloon. And his motor moves me as fast as a Ten Speed bike. He is shaped like a throne that is sitting on the top of the world. He rides like he’s flying me through the air. The wind blows by like I’m going down hill on a roller coaster. Sometimes when I go fast on it, my eyes start to cry. I feel what he feels. He goes where I go, just like a shadow. He tells me when he is hungry and tired. Sometimes he reminds me that he has a mind of his own. He shows me when he needs a change of feet. His one eye glows at night when I need light. He carries my bags all day long and never lets go. He is my defense weapon against anyone who wants to hurt me or the people I love. His timing is one of a kind. When I let go of his messenger he stops. When I need him to zig and zag, he does it with such skill. He reminds me of who I am, and I am very thankful for that. He reminds me of what I have and not what I do not have. He is God’s Gift to Me and when he dies I will have to get another, but each gift God gives me does not make me feel the same way. They each have their own talent. My chair’s name is Junior after my first chair Lightning and I his father. He is me and I him and I shall never forget that.

God’s Gift To Me

I wrote this poem for my English class 2 years ago. I still write poems and when I Think up a new one, I will put it on my site. This poem comes from the heart and when you read it, your heart will be touched too.