Concealed Smiles
A sole volunteer
Visited the immovable wheelchairs,
That contained the silent inhibitors
No one wanted to see,
For they signaled what may become,
Of the unsee-ers
When, they too, may need
To be spoon fed at the dinner table.
A sole volunteer
Consistently tired to bring
Happiness to the one
That now cannot move themselves.
As all around
The people walk by,
Shaking their fortunate heads,
That never cared for misery,
Except for a few minutes,
With the drama of t.v. shows.
A sole volunteer,
No superior to any,
Inferior to most,
Without the protective status
That comes with book learning
Yet, the volunteer still came
By to push the wheelchairs,
Wherever they wanted to go.
The sole volunteer
No one could understand,
Why the visits continued
Even when the visited,
Left to sleep,
Forever in the arms
Of the everyday angels,
That breathed life into
The soul.
The sole volunteer,
Still volunteered.
Because every once in a delicate moment,
An immovable seater of a wheelchair,
Would do the unimaginable
To those who saw just covers,
And allow the tired muscles
Of their spoon fed mouths
To smile.
And the sole volunteer
Still visited,
To see more smiles
Coming to those who weren't
Suppose to smile anymore.
Jan 8, 1998 age19
*For Vera, Ms. Mcoy and all those person who aren't suppose to smile anymore and always do.
