I have become your steady hand through many trying times to understand the less we seem to find. Eight years ago you were placed two little feet that slowly grow. you are beautiful in your uniqueness to how things go. How long its taken us to know that not all parts of our soul are shown. you are my son and i will walk with you on your road..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this poem. i love my son who is special needs.. and this is where i need to be..