Stroll

A simple stroll some may say;
Is more than pleasant on a nice sunny day!

So out we go sun cream and all,
We’re off to the beach we’ll have a ball.

When we arrive, it’s busy we see,
But it’s a while to wait for baby and me.

Out comes the chair for my baby to ride,
And people are at it, there’s no where to hide!

They look with pity and then they stare,
Are you concerned do you actually care?

Then come the ones who point and chat,
What’s wrong with him? Why’s he in that?

My son has a disability it’s not your concern! It takes him a while longer to walk, talk and learn.

But he is a person although he is small, so next time you look please be mindful!

A great little man with a mind of his own, glared at at times for a chair on loan!

When out and about this is what we see. maybe you should wonder, what if this were me?

The struggle he has just to stand straight, he’s my amazing son not your glaring bait!

He likes to stroll, play and see, your looks, and remarks don’t bother me.

So if this is you and your reading this, the chair’s what you see, the person you miss!

Emma Richards

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