At the poetry slam(See previous post)I sat beside a ladyWho couldn't speakShe wrote insteadOn a sheet of paperWhyMotor Neurone DiseaseMNDNeatly printed in blue penLaid out for me to seeWe talk/wrote for some timeAnd as I looked into her Sad sparkly eyesHer stoic little chinEnjoyed her slightly slanted flashing grinI found more graceAnd warmthAnd beautyThen I […]