My Child - Poem by Marie Causey
born disabled and deaf
Yet loved by your every breath
Blue eyes perfect face and hands
No one else understands
Born imperfect into a perfect world
Rosy cheeks brown hair all curled
I cry for you gods creation
Born into this situation
Limbs disabled you'll never walk
You will make noises but never talk
Don’t fear I'll be your legs to walk
I will be you voice to talk
In a perfect world I am your ears
Your mummy who will weep your tears
You’re my special gift from above
No matter what you'll have my love?
Born disabled I cherish you till I die
Who cares about the world not you or I?
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