A mother of a "special" child

A mother of a "special" child

When I was young I'd often say, I'd like to be a mom someday

While playing with my baby doll, I thought that jobs not hard at all

I'd have a baby,maybe two, a girl in pink........ a boy in blue

I grew up and sure enough,

The baby that was sent to me, was born with disabilities

At first I'm frightened thru & thru, there is so much to learn to care for you

This wasn't in my plans at all, whenever I was young and played with dolls

Your mind and body were so weak, you might not ever walk or speak

So much special care required, I'm often scared and often tired

As months and years go slowly by, I often smile but sometimes cry

To watch you grow and not complain, though you endure your share of pain

Oh how I'd hold you and I'd pray,that you'd be healed and whole someday

But I know that was not to be, not physically or mentally

And so I taught you best I could your progress slow but very good

But then one day I realized, as I gazed into your loving eyes

That I had learned so much from you, determination....courage too

A love so unconditional, it floods my soul and always will

I'm proud to say I gave you birth, for your an angel here on earth.

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