Linda Linda, so peaceful, so shy. She sits and watches, trying to learn, trying to speak, trying to walk. Trapped inside a body that just won't move. She cries inside herself wishing she was "real" She wishes she could run and dance like the other girls her age. She silently swears, "What did I do to deserve this?" All these thoughts race around and around inside her head as she sits, staring, wondering why and asking God in vain, "Why dear God, why me?" ---© 1990 ReNae----