Abstract
She sits in her wheelchair,
Head back against the rest.
Of troubles, she's had her share,
Yet, even with ALS, she does her best.
Only a couple months to live,
But she has so much strength.
The disease keeps her captive,
Pain runs along her entire length.
She smiles at me through it all,
Is excited to teach me, the student.
I look at her, she sits like a doll,
Unable to move, becoming cement.
Why do I feel that way when I see her?
Bravery, resilience—she has those too.
But feelings of sadness are what I stir,
And wish there was more that I could do.