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Picture taken by me of Rodin’s mother and child sculpture.
The Most Precious Gift
Haiku by Mary Keating


Time’s a conundrum
We must embrace each moment
​We can never hold

Picture of my shape poem, The poet’s heart, shaped like a heart. Sorry I can’t shape it on this program. :




A POET’S HEART
By Mary Keating




   

t r u e                                         l o v e
the  treasure in                             most fairytales
Labrador’s   kisses                         sliming   your  face
healthcare aides going               to work in a pandemic
parents creating safe nests    to surround their children 
an athlete’s devotion to win  gold at the olympic games
giving your undivided attention for no personal gain
  insides of marshmallows  heating on a campfire 
adult children caring for parents in old age
school teachers showing up despite risk
an artist lost in creation of beauty
a dead mouse from your feline
red roses’  unfolding bloom
soldiers defending liberty
 a baby’s first breath
you and me
forever
!


Fortyish wide staircase with people going up and down, siting on them etc. Like the entrance to a public building.
How to Survive in a Wheelchair          
By Mary Keating
 
Smile.
Until you don't care
what everyone else thinks
always smile--
it protects against pity.

Watch for the smallest
deviations in your path.
If you fail to pay attention,
they will pitch you out
onto the ground
to lie helpless
for what seems like eternity
until you get moving again.

Opt for solid, sensible tires
so sudden spikes in the road
will have no effect.

Expect your personal space
to be invaded,
especially at airport security
where you will be legally molested.

Prepare for your privacy to be invaded.
Strangers feel entitled to ask you
the most personal of questions.
Make up a few fantastical stories
about why you are in a wheelchair
and practice saying them with a straight face.
 
Don't worry about what you're wearing.
Wheelchairs have a magical power
to make you invisible
(but be sure to cover your ass).

Treasure those who treat you
like everyone else
instead of as an inspiration
or an inconvenience.

Get used to isolation,
but keep trying to connect.
The world is still learning
the value of inclusion architecture.
Just your presence in it
creates change.

Prepare to confuse;
ableists will think you have
every disability
and treat you like a child,
or speak loudly and
ever so slowly to you if
they address you at all.

Just don't forget to smile.
Best to be underestimated
and keep the joke to yourself.
​
More poems coming soon!
​©2023 Mary Keating
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