She Dreamt

She dreamt of that night,

That dance

Since she was a little girl

Filled with Cinderella fairytales

And happily ever after’s

But who’d want to take

The girl in the wheelchair

To the prom?

He loved her

More than words

Could express

That girl

With the piercing sad

Eyes

And a story

All her own.

She hadn’t always been

In that chair

Once upon a time she had danced

And ran

Her eyes so filled

With life back then.

He knew somewhere

That spark was still there.

He was going to take her

To that dance

And show her he loved

Her.

The chair was

Nearly invisible to him

An extension of her

Simply a way

To get around.