Hello, I’m a wheelchair

Hello,I’m a wheelchair

And my name is Becky

At least, that’s the name of

The girl who steers me.

 

As she wheels me down the street,

She dreams of standing on her feet.

The look on her face you don’t see

You’re too busy looking at me.

 

She gives you a smile so true

But you don’t see that, do you?

The smile on her face you don’t see.

You’re too busy looking at me.

 

Hello, I’m a wheelchair

And I’m steered by Becky

A girl who’d so much rather

Be climbing a tall tree.

 

So when you meet my best friend,

Look closer ,and you’ll see

Without her, where would I be?

Parked in a garage, that’s where, watching you climb a tree.

 

When you see me and Becky,

There’s one thing you don’t see

I couldn’t move without her,

Any more than she could move without me!

                                                                                                                  Sarah Ismail

#class 4 poem poem poetry Hello  # I’m a wheelchair