I have a very dear friend..

She is more than you would imagine

She cannot speak or move of her own volition

Yet I hear her clearly and watch her strive for

Things we take so much for granted...

Talking ...walking ..being independent

She can only dream of....and yet in her own way

Her own time ...that is exactly what she does.

Though her legs are helped along with wheels..

Her voice one of technology....slow and not quite

Dependable.. a glance of her beautiful expressive eyes

She is quite young..merely a child...but old for her age

Often as wise as a respected sage.

I do not pity this girl.. no that would not do....

For she has more than most would ever dream of too.

Who knows in this day and age how far she will travel

I just know I wish to see ... witness ..take part in some small way....