Hello my lovely readers
Today's sonnet is also inspired by our time with Mel and Desi, but this time the accessibility of the property. It was renovated fourteen years ago, and despite knowing I likely wouldn't visit very often, Mel designed things with me in mind. From the level access shower and lowered light switches inside (!!!) to the entrance with wooden sleepers over the gravel (in the featured photo). Much like Jenny's efforts with building the ramp at hers, this thoughtfulness made me feel so held and welcomed. That's what this poem is about, so it's also for everyone I know who has been similiarly accommodating over the years, with everything from portable metal ramps and planks of wood outside to internal modifications.
28th December 2019
Through living life alongside an impairment,
especially trundling in a wheelchair,
my access needs can feel an embarrassment
if it's an issue when I go somewhere.
Sometimes I think I should just stay inside
(or outside, as the situation calls)
and that it would be better if I hide
and not try to go visiting at all.
Imagine, if you will, the joy of knowing
that friends and family consider me
when planning how their houses should be flowing
or finding things to add externally.
I'm grateful that, for them, being accessible
is something they all try to make successful.
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