Wheelchair Sonnet Clock Spider Poem By Rachel Chua Mar 2015
Life no longer flowed in the veins that made you walk.
But still you struggled to make the two wheels roll
You told me wonderful stories of ticking clocks
In exchange for a morning and afternoon stroll.
Spider webs hanging loose on the rusty wheel
Dust that settled in the leather, un-swept by broom.
As if tired of better days seen, it folds and rests still,
In the forgotten corner of a small, dark room.
You used to sit there all day, few years passed by,
You’re my childhood’s nostalgic reminder.
Bigger and darker clouds take over the sky.
At the mere sight of the wheelchair in the corner.
Heaviness of the wheelchair, pushed and pulled like a toy cart;
Gone in a snap, now all its weight is in my heart
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