A chair with wheels, a stick in hand,
A lifeline built to help us stand.
A ramp that leads where steps once blocked,
A world reopened, doors unlocked.
A scooter glides where legs feel weak,
A voice device that helps us speak.
A bed that lifts, a rail to hold,
A simple grip, yet strong and bold.
A shower seat, a spoon that bends,
A brace that helps when bodies mend.
Each tool designed with thought and care,
To ease the weight that some must bear.
For freedom comes in many forms,
Not just in steps, but in the norms
Of cooking meals, of dressing tight,
Of brushing teeth, of sleeping right.
These aids don’t cure, nor claim to heal,
But they restore the right to feel—
To move, to work, to love, to be,
To live this life with dignity.
So here’s to every thoughtful piece,
That grants us strength, that brings us peace.
Not just equipment, cold and bare,
But hands of hope that show they care.
