your life at two feet six inches
all for a curable disease at 1
your legs fold now like jello
in half across a board you use
in a wheelchair-unfriendly home
raising your child
(you were lucky enough to bear)
in hopes he walks straight
through every day
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the sieve and the sand 
The imagery and connotation in such a few words are both vivid and powerful. “in hopes he walks straight
through every day” and that can mean so many things, one or all…great job in making one really think.
This is sad. I’m wondering if you’re referring to polio. It’s sad when humans are deformed. Thanks for sharing this.
oh my..this poem is just sad for me..coping up with life when there’s something wrong..but still fighting and going strong..i like it..
this reminds me of Kate Bush’s ‘running up that hill’. Evocative of the intrinsic human desire toward empathy
Sad & strong– you create a dreamlike picture.
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