The Child - Poem by M.N. Knox
The child was beautiful.
The child was sweet.
The child was handicapped
And that wasn't neat.
He was kind.
He was gentle.
But after years of being laughed at
would he earn a letter.
He could learn just the same as others.
He just needed extra help from a brother.
The child was normal, just delayed.
Or at least that what some people say.
Some called him handicapped in so many ways.
But he scored higher in science that most students anyway.
Could he be handicapped or a genius of today?
Could he be a young Einstein on his way?
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