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The Wheelchair

by thomas-steyer

I ordered a wheelchair for my mother The rest of the family was filled with horror As it might make her feel sicker and look much older She's weak, no surprise at ninety-four She can walk maybe fifty yards but no more She was a ballerina and raised kids no less than four Cancelled the order but it was too late When it arrived I rolled her through the gate Really enjoyed ourselves, luckily she's of little weight Arriving at the park, she was delighted Seeing the flowers the ducks, she got excited She held my hand and we were pleased to be united.
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Written by
thomas-steyer
M / Germany
Published
Aug 31, 2021
Time
1m
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#wheelchair#movability#old#age#outing#togetherness#park#flowers#ducks
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