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
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