The Palm Reader Poem by Saint Eule

The palm reader said,

Who could cheat us of our first born glory,
It was only the beginning of the story.
His hands were different, the lines were parallel.
If you read his palm, his path would be a living hell.

Some would make gestures other would give us frowns.
Instead of a prince, God gave us a child with Downs.
After we got over the self pity and denial.
We held him in our arms and cuddled him awhile.

He crawled when he was two, and walked when he was seven.
He was blind at ten and was deaf at eleven.
After several trips to doctors, they fixed all that part.
It was about that time, they had to fix his heart.

We had our good times too, and he gave us much joy.
Between the tears we shared, he was still our little boy.
He never asked for anything or held back a hug.
He always said, Thank You, and never hurt a bug.

Our other child normal, had moved away.
But our special child, would always stay.
He gave us purpose, as we grew older.
And there were times, we leaned on his shoulder.

He surely was not perfect,
only Gods son was said to be.
He surely was not a prince.
But he was special to me.

Every child has a purpose.
whether their hand lines be parallel,
or to be lifted on cross,
and be driven with a nail.

If one lesson in life,
I surely learned this.
Never deny your son,
Never deny His.

so said, the palm reader.