Deep Strike

He sits,

He can’t walk.

He’s quiet,

He can’t talk.

Born quadriplegic,

Smiling nonetheless.

Severe cerebral palsy,

Was just another test.

Everything that comes his way,

He seems to enjoy.

He is clearly different,

But he’s still just a boy.

His gentle warmth radiates

To everyone around.

His body always struggling,

But never seems run down.

A rewarding sense of self

Flow to those who care.

He provides a new experience

For those who stop and stare.

Only caring souls

Can take on this endeavor.

He is a part of me,

He changed my life forever.

Days and nights go by,

One after another.

But nothing ever changes,

He is still our brother.