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Where is she going, this child of ours? Where is she hiding today? Is she staring at birds
in flight above, or lost in her world of play? Is she struggling to walk, unable to run, or
playing a gave outside in the sun?
Is she hearing complaints 'cause she can't move faster, or being carried up stairs which
she can't master? If she tries too hard, will she slip and fall as she uses her crutch to
reach for that ball?
Is she stealing a kiss, or dreaming of places where good strong legs could shed those
braces? Is she all dressed up and ready for school? Or hearing the echos of ridicule?
Are her eyes sparkling from laughter, or tears... For no one can soothe her doubts and
fears.
Where will life lead her, this angel, this child? Will her innocense fade and her spirit run
wild? Must she fight for her life every hour, every day?
Oh, where is she going, this child of ours? How will she find her way?!
By Ruth Y.Nott - Copyright 2000
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