Kick the Can

In high-top shiny button shoes

She sat with toes turned in.

And shyly watched the other kids

As they kicked the can of tin.

Oh, how she wished that she could play

And run and squeal and hide

But wishing wouldn’t make it so

In wheeled-chair she did ride.

There are so many gleeful things

A healthy child can do.

But one who’s life is limited

Needs love from me and you.

May B. Winkel ©2003