Friday, May 21, 2010
I remember the gal from my hometown.
With a pair of uneven legs,
She limps as she walks.
Nobody likes how she slurs in her speech.
Kids in the neighbourhood ridicule/taunt her.
She remains silent.
Grandma disallows me from laughing at her,
Because her disability is a kind of beauty.
I watch as she struts and sways while carrying her basket in the wee hours of the dawn.
From her doorstep she walks closer.
Her every step speaks of endurance towards humiliation.
Her unswerving determination and kind face was ever so pure.
I finally understood.
The moon need not always be round, disability can also be a beauty.
We do not need to possess everything in life, to enjoy it is also a blessing.
To bear in adversity and turning it into a miracle,
A disabled life can also paint its most beautiful legacy.
murmurs Gesline at 4:30 PM