The following poem is one I wrote as an homage to my nephew, Logan, who was stricken with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) in the first few months of his life. SMA is a type of muscular dystrophy. He interacts with the world from atop his power chair. Very smart and observant. Loves sports, especially football. Favorite team: The Steelers. I truly love and admire Logan and wanted to write something that would at least hint at the great young man he is despite his situation.
Bound to his chair, yet free; intelligent enough to win a spelling bee.
Able to rant and roam.
Adversity and affliction, admonishing God just won't do.
And the wonderful competition they wage.
Content to learn and thrive.