He lifted his grown son
Out of his motorized wheelchair
And set him in the back seat of his extended cab pickup
They'd been out to breakfast
With two of their friends
I saw the young man's face
Drawn and strained
By a birth defect
A deadly one
Known as muscular dystrophy
Well they could have stayed home
It would have been easier
But I'm glad they took the time
And trouble
To come to town so we could see them
They were both
Big enough men to let us
*My Son had a lot of deep questions
And we both cried when he got to the one
That asked if there was a cure
-jenn long
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