Swat in Long-term Illness

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

“Make my day.”

She speeds around the town, the one that’s blind

To her.  The candy apple scooter zooms.

She does not need a passerby who’s kind

To notice her.  A happy calmness looms

Inside her brain that wasn’t widely hurt

By stroke.  The walking thing is all that clamped

Her living.  Scooter life now gives the spurt

Of confidence.  The battery power has vamped

Her life up.  This contraption jumps with zings

Her fingers give it on the tiller.  Grins

Are what she shows the shopping center.  Wings

The angels gave forgive her age-old sins.

  The miracle mobility of scoot

    Is hers.  She even has a gun to shoot.