My Days With Polio
by
Virginia Ann Miller
I was so little but I still recall
The day I got up and took my first fall.
Tried to stand but only could crawl
Over to mommy. I started to bawl.
"Why can't I walk any more?", I said.
As they picked me up and put me back on the bed.
Scared looks was all I could see.
"I wonder what it is that is wrong with me?"
The next thing I knew, to the doctor I went.
When I woke up, I thought I was in a tent!
But NO! It was no tent I was in.
It was a crib! I was a baby again!
"No! No! Let me out of here!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't yet, my dear."
"For you see, it's a bad thing that has happened to you."
"You may never walk again and this is so new."
"We know nothing about this horrible disease,
And your legs will have to be handled with ease."
"Exercise, exercise, is all we can do.
We really don't know what this will do to you."
"Polio will give you terrible pain.
It's the muscles we have to try and maintain."
So, it is there that I stayed for a year of my life.
Learning to walk was a struggle and strife.
But walk, I did, with the help of supports.
I didn't care if I never played sports.
The crutches were set aside in third grade.
The corset was small, so another was made.
No jumping, no squatting, no playing softball.
But I had no trouble laughing at all.
No high heels, no running either for me.
But I could dance and that made me happy as could be.
Now here I am at the age of fifty.
And life, at this time, isn't too nifty.
I'm back on crutches and it's hard walking.
But thanks to God, I'm still writing and talking!
<<<<1996>>>>
by
Virginia Ann Miller
I was so little but I still recall
The day I got up and took my first fall.
Tried to stand but only could crawl
Over to mommy. I started to bawl.
"Why can't I walk any more?", I said.
As they picked me up and put me back on the bed.
Scared looks was all I could see.
"I wonder what it is that is wrong with me?"
The next thing I knew, to the doctor I went.
When I woke up, I thought I was in a tent!
But NO! It was no tent I was in.
It was a crib! I was a baby again!
"No! No! Let me out of here!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't yet, my dear."
"For you see, it's a bad thing that has happened to you."
"You may never walk again and this is so new."
"We know nothing about this horrible disease,
And your legs will have to be handled with ease."
"Exercise, exercise, is all we can do.
We really don't know what this will do to you."
"Polio will give you terrible pain.
It's the muscles we have to try and maintain."
So, it is there that I stayed for a year of my life.
Learning to walk was a struggle and strife.
But walk, I did, with the help of supports.
I didn't care if I never played sports.
The crutches were set aside in third grade.
The corset was small, so another was made.
No jumping, no squatting, no playing softball.
But I had no trouble laughing at all.
No high heels, no running either for me.
But I could dance and that made me happy as could be.
Now here I am at the age of fifty.
And life, at this time, isn't too nifty.
I'm back on crutches and it's hard walking.
But thanks to God, I'm still writing and talking!
<<<<1996>>>>