“A laughing disaabled lady called Sally . Who had a great childhood”

In a sunlit town where willows bend,  
Lived cheerful Sally, everyone’s friend—  
Her laughter rang like a silver bell,  
With stories and secrets she’d always tell.

Her wheelchair spun in parades of glee,  
A chariot rolling so wild and free.  
The world spun fast, but her grin grew wide—  
No road too bumpy, no dream denied.

As a child, she chased kites on the green,  
Braided wildflowers, a summer queen.  
Marbles and hopscotch beneath the sky,  
Sally would giggle and never ask “why?”

Friends clustered close to her porch each night,  
Board games, sweet whispers, stars burning bright.  
Her mother would call through the firefly glow,  
But Sally’d insist, “Just one more throw!”

Her courage wore ribbons, her hands drew art,  
A tinkerer, sketcher, with flame in her heart.  
No shadow of doubt in her misfit days—  
Just sunlight and hope and a thousand ways.

So, if you hear laughter on winking breeze,  
Remember bold Sally with sun on her knees.  
Her childhood, a garden where laughter grew—  
A jubilant world, and Sally ran through.

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