Here is a poem I jotted down a few months ago when I was stuck in a rehab hospital recovering from fractured back problems. Outside was the tree, my friend. ..I think I might need to find another word for Wa-Wa, what do you think?
Green leaves, green tree
Let me grow up your branches and twigs
Lead me into the sky, let me fly;
Let me swoop and tumble and happy cry;
Let me be me, I mean me --
Not this crippled old root you see,
Not this body of broken parts;
Let me sing like the lark --
How they sing, “We are we!”
Let me sing, not “Ouch-ouch or “Wa-wa;”
But “Let me be me, Debbie, Debbie!”
Sing, “Let me be free -- free.”
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Compliments of the Author: Debbie Bumstead