Boy with CP,
Awaiting to crawl along the floor,
Already gone a year old,
Trying and trying for months on end,
Just to balance on both ends,

A year and two weeks he began to move,
Proud as punch he can go groove,
He goes to his siblings, playing all around,
And sits near them, just sitting on the ground,

His eyes light up as he looks at them,
Proud of his achievements, he’s mastered this gem,
His siblings tease “oh boy, you can’t catch me”
While he slowly tries to chase them with his laugh filled with glee.

Finally playing,
Finally free,
Finally feeling accomplished is he,
After months of wanting,
Determined is he,
Now he’s on the move,
So he can play with his siblings, wheee!