A Walking, Rolling Miracle

They said it was just fate. Signed papers, closed the door.

Put cerebral palsy on his child, like his life was nothing

more. Tiny boy, tied to braces. Watching other kids all race,

but he kept that grin, kept cracking jokes, even with

tears on his face. Six years old and shaking, thunder rolling through

the night. Lightning hit the window pane, turned his fear into

a fight. He grabbed the couch and the table, heart pounding like

a drum. Mama turned around and screaming, "Jimmy, look at you,