while her limbs flayed and her head
lolled to one side. When her hair fell in front
of her face he fixed her barrette and kissed
her cheek. Balancing talking to his two small
boys he filled a plastic tube with liquid and fed
the child through the tube into a space on her body
marked for feeding. When the plates arrived he
cut his son's burger in half, took a fry from his own plate,
blew on it to cool and held it for the child bound in a wheelchair.
She laughed and sucked and nibbled the fry.
Lord, please fill this father with your Spirit.
And Lord, I've worked with children who are denied
the ease of childhood. I pray, Lord, that she finds
splashes of color wherever she goes.
I recall watching a play where no one spoke words,
and wheels moved the characters from place to place.
A mother standing next to me said, "My daughter
was so excited. She's the child in the blue dress."
Lord, give this child a place to sing, a place to move about.
Day 24 Poetic Asides Prompt