TWO WHEELCHAIRS AND A WOMAN
I. Me. Person I’ve become; no, the person I was, drove quickly, impatiently unassumingly. Flashing lights on a school-bus stop sign forced my sudden halt. Doors opened, lift lowered, woman walked out from the American Dream. White house, white picket fence, blue covering on a wooden ramp extended from the porch to the opening of a gate instead of flowers. One frail child lowered from the bus. Woman greeted and escorted little soul up ramp. Twice this happened. I murmured before I knew. Was my destination more urgent than theirs? Somewhere the exchange of strollers for wheelchairs had happened and I drove on. - Loretta Diane Walker Published in Recording Library of the Blind and Physically Handicapped Anthology and Word Flirtations |