"physiotherapy" poems
A doctor's sorry for birth complication
A sea of CP cases in physiotherapy centre
Siblings, twins, triplets
All with defects
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Advice of
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Therapy,
Botox,
Vision,
Hearing,
Ocupational,
unheard names of unknown place...
!!!
Children I never thought existed
Parents I couldn't believe laughed
Joy in the eyes of kids with severe disability
Waiting for acceptance but yet unknown..
Blanked eyes of a mother
Whose 4 yr old child can die any day
Income reduced expenditure doubled
!!!
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Yet
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Optimism,
Joy,
Laughter,
Patience,
Hardwork,
Belief
multiplied many folds...
Coz they are the chosen one
God believed in them
And so God sent to them
The special gifts in
SPECIAL KIDS...
to make them
SPECIAL MOMs...
!!!
Sparkle In Wisdom
Sep 2018
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
If I was fine I wouldn't be going to the hospital 2 or 3 times a week,
If I was fine I wouldn't be going to physiotherapy,
If I was fine I wouldn't have hearing loss,
If I was fine I wouldn't have to wear on eyepatch every night,
If I was fine I would be able to concentrate for longer,
If I was fine my memory wouldn't let me down,
If I was fine it wouldn't take me twice as long to write work for college as it used to,
If I was fine tears wouldn't flow from just one eye,
If I was fine I wouldn't be going to rehabilitation,
If I was fine I would be living life like I used to but I'm not.
Stop saying I'm fine.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Woman.
You are a band of instruments playing autumn inspired symphonies
Your tears are as pure and sweet as ice-cream
And your lips have butterflies pulling at either corner so when you smile the entire world feels the flutters in the pits their stomach.
You are the personification of love.
You are the skeleton to the story of peace
You piece together broken promises with your nurturing trachea,
Cause your voice is the physiotherapy urging crippled emotions to walk on and possibly run into the arms of your affection.
Woman you are a dormant spring that has come to life in a man’s desert heart
That’s why they drown in your gaze, woman you deserve praise.
You are a bouquet of beauty.
The metaphor behind the word integrity, grace is your only disability and unconditional love is still a possibility as long as you exist.
Cultural roots are embedded deep within your umbilical cord
So you were cordially invited by mother nature to plant a seed, she poured you out into this earth
You were birthed through the canal of a rose and you blossomed filling this earth with your sweet fragrance
You are not just a diamond; you are the rough embracing and creating greatness
You are a rock, strong and unbreakable
Your passion is as tangible as your curves
You’re the entrepreneur to encouraging words
Your vision is as clear as your diction
All the lost and unloved run to you because you woman, are the most effective prescription.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC