SINGAPORE - The champion arrived at my office in a Grab taxi. She sat in the back seat, her wheelchair was in the boot. The driver stopped, she retrieved the chair, slid into it and rolled into the lobby. She was beautifully unself-conscious.

We were writing a book together last year for children, her grand young life narrated in rhyme, and she had come to examine one of the earlier drafts. In this version the second stanza of this long poem was about her disability and the third about her Paralympic achievements.