I was born a tiny flower
with no power
right from the start
my life was marked
Through the years my family's changed
with different names
but special care
was always there
Now middle-aged with Down's Syndrome
I'm not alone
I still survive
Love' still alive
Epilogue:
My sister was born in 1962 with Down's Syndrome.After my parents died
Janet spent the next ten years in a Care Home. When the home closed,
one of the Caregivers wanted Janet to come and live with her family.
She was readily and lovingly accepted.In the world today, those with the slightest abnormality are often deemed expendable.Love never kills
the unwanted.True love is unconditional.
Reading the backstory gave life to your already touching words, Love, thankfully, come in many guises and never ever dies. A beautiful and sensitive piece Chris..thank you so much for sharing this. Lodigiana xx
Sometimes the hardest poem to write is the one others need for inner healing. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deeply touching. So true.Love never kills the unwanted. A beautiful poem.