I am looking for poems by people with a disability about what it is like to be fed.I would like to use them to give some insight to my staff.
Do you know of any?
thanks Kate
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Dear Kate Doyle What is it like to be fed?
Disabled in a chair for the unknowing to stare
It’s not much better in bed,
I always eat what’s on my spoon
When A. N. Other feeds my face,
Why am I helpless here, I shed a tear?
I must get out of this place,
The doctor told my folks I did not have long
Soon to be hearing the heavenly throng,
As nighttime comes my Angel does too
Then carries me off to pastures new,
From on high I look down to where my body lays
Around me in bright light is how I now spend my days,
Kate just to let you know I dont have a problem to eat,
I’m whole in my spitiual body and my life is now complete!!
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I am looking for poems by people with a disability about what it is like to be fed.I would like to use them to give some insight to my staff.
Do you know of any?
thanks Kate
Reading your blog and wondered if you would like to join our brand new social network & social movement site for people affected by medical adversity/disability. We are growing with passionate people. We are currently looking for members to write an article, be featured bloggers, participate in discussions, video talks and give us feedback. Hope you’ll join us at http://www.enerfly.org and if you are interested please e-mail enerfly@live.com
P.S We are also running a poetry competition where you can win an amazon voucher.
Dear Kate Doyle What is it like to be fed?
Disabled in a chair for the unknowing to stare
It’s not much better in bed,
I always eat what’s on my spoon
When A. N. Other feeds my face,
Why am I helpless here, I shed a tear?
I must get out of this place,
The doctor told my folks I did not have long
Soon to be hearing the heavenly throng,
As nighttime comes my Angel does too
Then carries me off to pastures new,
From on high I look down to where my body lays
Around me in bright light is how I now spend my days,
Kate just to let you know I dont have a problem to eat,
I’m whole in my spitiual body and my life is now complete!!
(C.) Paul J Brenton 2011.
good day:
may i please receive a poem about people living with disablies.
thank u
OMG so touching this is the best poem in the world
this is the best poem in the world
i need a poem that informs people about disablilties