The bed a metal chariot
handheld device on a cord
the mattress whirring and unfolding

A child warbling like a child
unable to fly or talk or move

A clean, relaxed cat
lounging at his useless feet

Where I come from
the child would be dead
the cat would be free

Mindy Goorchenko © 2017

This poem was inspired by a Ukranian priest who told me that our disabled son would be dead where he comes from. He meant it as an observation, not a judgment.

You can buy Mindy’s book, The Latent Talent of Conception, on Amazon here.

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