Miracle on 28th Ave, South
By C.S. Scotkin
A ninety year old
sharecropper’s daughter
lost her left leg six months ago,
nearly lost her right.
Daily visits to see to wounds
horrific, yet her will remained
unblemished by hopelessness
or self pity, as her body slowly healed.
I knocked on her door today
“Come in!†Her voice is so strong,
so light. Her wrinkled face glows,
her smile is blessing.
“Sit down, child,
I want to show you something,â€Â
Her old walker is next to her,
puts it in front of her wheel chair.
Removes the blanket from her lap.
At last, the prize! Aluminum trophy!
She cautiously stood,
took four steps into my memory, forever.
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