A Poem by Donna Giles
She moves ahead, meandering along the path.
I see her head above the headrest.
Woolly hat moving, no veering off the track.
I watch the big wheels that are propelling her along.
Her hand on the golf ball, pushing it forward – the action taking her the direction she wants to go.
Her confidence in knowing a route never driven before makes me smile in awe.
Fills me with wonder.
It’s a hard decision – full time wheelchair user – but the right one.
Destination reached.
Hot chocolate demanded.
Laughter as we all sit.
Independent Togetherness