Inside

Good Evening, 
Some of you will know that on occasion I struggle with my mobility. I don't let that hold me back and I certainly don't allow it to alter my duties as a mother. Some view disability as restrictive. Personally I see it as a puzzle to work out and I do so enjoy a good puzzle. 
I am currently mobile, but in the times when I am not and my body fails me… it is then that my strength of mind melts those limitations. In that I have a little help. So I dedicate this poem to Jasmine, Adam, Josh, Jacob, Tegyn, Riley and JJ. They are my constant encouragements and allow me to jest in the face of pain. Thank you all my darling babies. 



Inside

Inside my head I'm always there 
The person who will always care 

Inside my head I'm the constant one
The person who will always be Mum 

Inside my head I see all that you do 
The person who will see you through

Inside my head my bodies not broken 
This person who's actions are spoken 

Inside others heads my body limits me 
But in my head I'm strong and free


By Helen Stallard
September 13, 2014