For Travis

For Travis
(13-year-old client with cerebral palsy, wheelchair-bound, nonverbal.  Passed away 2013)

 
Birds with broken wings
Flop, and struggle on the cold ground
So far below the unreachable sky
Wanting and straining, but unable to fly
 
They struggle each moment forward
Until, finding a small, safe place
With brave, exhausted hearts
 
They lift their heads and sing
 
Thus teaching us the depth of darkness From which light can spring
 

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His smile was his song; he was my friend.