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KALYSTA One child for me was GOD'S plan a little girl to hold my hand............. taken away by anger and greed denied her love the love I need time moves on my hope to see my little girl taken from me as she grows up and becomes free I know her heart will look for me her crippled daddy she was denied to see time is a friend to her and me when she grows up and holds my hand I know then she will understand. KALYSTA AUBRIE WHEELER MY DAUGHTER...................... BY DAVID poem # 5 July 26, 1999
WILLING SPIRIT I ride a horse his name is toby he stands quietly as if he knows me his spirit willing he understands my legs are crippled so are my hands he quietly waits I struggle to get on he becomes my legs as we melt into one this gentle horse walks carefully along and carrys me like nothing was wrong I cannot talk or use my hands to give commands he seems to know and understands my struggling body leans to and fro as he walks along he seems to know my muscles work it makes them strong he is my legs my balance an song he is my hope that one day I will walk again only GOD can say the horse I ride his serving spirit the hope he gives is why he lives I offer some apples in return for his gifts he eagerly excepts there are no debts. (Toby was donated) to theraputic horsemanship by the circus........unwanted the work he does no one could ever repay ! by DAVID 7/26/99 poem # 4 survivor97dw@aol.com
Life In Me I have a rubber tree you see and through it's life I see me In the fall the leaves turned brown and one by one they fell to the ground three stems stood alone and bare It looked as if no life was there I pondered what to do you see because that tree was just like me I believed that life was there IF only someone would try and cared but one day I looked and it was gone I saw it outside my window on the lawn in a bigger pot, someone did care I watched the rain as it awoke it's roots the sun shone warm and soon I saw shoots Life started pushing through each stem That's when I thought about HIM and how my life was like that stem everything gone or so they said because of the injury to my head but given care and warmed by HIS love HE shined through me from above I too am growing and reaching out to tell the world what it is all about HE gave me new life just like that tree and all HE said, was " FOLLOW ME ! " BY DAVID 'survivor WHEELER POEM # 3 06/10/99
Precious Time I was living my life thought my way was the best doing my thing you know the rest heading no where we never do when we live our lives without you youth and the world rushed me away plenty of time that's what they all say 25 years young a headache, brainstem hemorrhage and stroke, I knew I needed you when I awoke why I did not look for you before now I see, I was to busy looking at me I could have died without you lost and alone, expecting you, to take me home I heard you whisper my name soft and low you offered me this time to follow you and grow. Thank you JESUS ( 4/09/99 MY SECOND POEM) Life Changes Born healthy and fine into this world It doesn't matter boy or girl The hands of time had then been set Certain trials had to be met The alarm went off and took me away I WOKE UP DIFFERENT THAN YESTEDAY I looked in the mirror and who did I see, It is hard to believe that is really me The changes are there, I can not deny as I look at me I wonder why! Now, I have to adapt to keep on going trying and struggleing, my progress is showing My eyes are on Jesus, for He is all knowing I MUST FOLLOW HIM HE KNOWS WHERE I'M GOING this too will pass, nothing in life ever lasts. T.B.I. SURVIVOR 97 ETERNALLY YOURS, DAVID DEAN WHEELER