I wrote this poem in 1978, a year when I had many realizations about myself. Instead of feeling inferior and ashamed of myself, I decided to adopt a tolerant, sympathetic approach to who I was. Instead of hating who I…
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Reflections of My Heart: The Road Back Home
I wrote this poem in 1996. In November or December, I had come down with a sore throat, so I missed some work. That was bad enough because my job involved teaching dance to elderly people, and I loved it.…
Reflections of My Heart: The River
In 1993, husband Chris and I went on a camping trip through Sedona and Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon. From the seventh floor of the Desert View Watchtower on the canyon’s South Rim, the view was majestic. Everywhere I turned,…
Reflections of My Heart: The Pond
One brisk, beautiful morning back in April 1992, my husband Chris and I got up and decided to go to the park to relax. He knew how much I enjoyed feeding the ducks and swans. The park with the pond…
Reflections of My Heart: The Hands of Time
I wrote this poem in 1999 to an Australian friend who also didn’t want to stay in contact with me. I tried to reason and nurture him in his state of pain, but he wanted nothing of it. So I…
Reflections of My Heart: The Dance
I wrote this poem in the early nineteen-eighties. It symbolizes all the lessons and all the experiences I have had as a disabled person. I spiritually and physically danced through each and every event in my life. Instead of making…
Reflections of My Heart: Floor
I wrote this poem for my dance teacher, Al Gilbert. I was only three-and-a-half when he cupped my hand in his, while smiling and looking into my eyes. From that moment on, my life changed forever! Floor…
Reflections of My Heart: The Blackbird and the Moth
In 1984, my mentor, Robert, and I went for one of our walks. Above us, a blackbird soared, silhouetted against the blue sky, with something in its beak. The bird landed. We tip-toed as close as we could. As…
Reflections of My Heart: That One Special Night
In the mid-1980s, when I was in my twenties and single, I met a man in one of my B’nai B’rith social groups. He was handsome, down to earth, and he captured my attention in a way other men had…
Reflections of My Heart: Swings at Play
In 1983, I wrote this poem about my friend Robert, and how we truly nurtured each other’s thoughts and feelings, and knew how to let our inner child out to play. Every day, we took a walk to relax after…