This is fictional but loosely based on a childhood friend!
Fiction…
You walked triumphantly
Across the stage
Iron braces
Covering stick thin legs.
Your voice no more than a whisper
But you made it
And made it proudly
No longer the little girl
With fistfuls of sand
Thrown at you,
Because you are different.
Now through a smile
I hear your silent prayer
“I made it Praise God I made it.”
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Dec.19.06
2:35 P.M PST
Lovely one Michelle!
Thank you!
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Thank you!