AN ODE TO GENA BUZA - ™

multiple efforts and attempts got made
to communicate feedback sans the young spirited female -
  gena buza - whose spinal cord became frayed
  though unsure if anyone of the heart felt emotion got conveyed
sorry to be a nuisance if inxs of umpteen copies
  of my sincere literary endeavor might induce editors to up braid
me - cuz...life lesson encapsulated within that tragic automobile accident -
  if me left quadriplegic - i would be afraid!
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from n anonymous respondent who counts himself
  as a decades old penny wise
and pound foolish die hard TIME MAGAZINE patron -
  whose own emotional travails evoke empathy
  with another bound by barriers
  well he doth consider a worthy prize!

i became transfixed n enamored at your beauty
the wheelchair vanished to bequeath a duty
to commend you - from this papa whose sentiments
  take wing and fly toward poetics somewhat fruity
yet...a tenderness prodded me - a blowfish who swims
  in the cyber seas - without giving a hooty

that this dada of deux darling teenage daughters
  can seemingly make a buffoon of himself
while cyber surfing the muddy waters

if only to bring a smile
to a complete stranger
  (whose captioned picture with an online archive file
posted in TIME, whereby these eyes saw an agile
beautiful nymph -

  preparing for a high school prom
as your mom
brushed debris from your wheeled golden chariot
  to prepare your queenly debut with aplomb

knowing that no handicap
can undermine the maternal love - in whose lap
u suckled, nestled, molly coddled b4 your booby trap
left thee paralyzed - yet the will to live fate did not zap!
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postscript: this commentary in reaction to the JUNE 20TH 2014 ISSUE TIME MAGAZINE LIGHTBOX reached the above sublime self questioning hypothetical scenario sans deprived of the means to own functional arms n legs.