The Wheelchair Dancer

By Christina Sharik

Way back in the disco days
I first became aware,
Of the daring Dancin' Soldier
In the VA wheelchair.
He'd roll right in, get a drink
Then look around and grin,
And when a favorite song came on
He'd start to roll and spin.
He'd sometimes ask me for a dance
And we would twirl around
-Him in that old wheelchair
(And me, so earthly bound.)
He never lacked for partners
He glided like a bird,
And as for bravery, my friend,
He gave meaning to the word.

Christina Sharik can be contacted at armymom@tampabay.rr.com.

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