Like those around her,
she lost a limb;
the limb of time.

Our one-armed juggler,
our one-legged sprinter,
our one-eyed lighthouse keeper

her task is monstrous
and often thankless.

Like those missing something,
something vital,
she excels.

Our one fingered pianist,
our one-footed ballerina,
our one-fisted boxer

her efforts are breathtaking
and always noticed.

© Carl Burkitt 2013