I wrote this many years ago when I was running strategic planning sessions for disability agencies.
Yesterday, before we planned the future,
I watched you scan the room
and discreetly re-arrange it
to make his entry as smooth as your own.
As the room talked,
you led the listening to him
and planted your thoughts on the borders
of his lifetime garden.
At some signal I did not see,
the two of you left and then returned in style,
either having been to the toilet
or to visit the Queen.
At lunch, you invited me to sit with you
and share his jokes
and learn that food can be thereabouts
and still sustain.
That night, I recited my mantra,
‘To plan is to cease to be a victim’,
but as I lay there sleepless in the dark
I heard myself whistling.
In the morning, I arrived before everyone else
so I could clear his pathway
and laughed as he rolled in, without you,
waving his homework like a flag of independence.
2 thoughts on “Me, you and him: A study in disability”
A lovely poem, Doug. I really enjoyed it.
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