Mar 2019
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I see a special child,
Then I see another one again,
Then I miss my own
Which brings so much pain.
I try to find the story
Behind the complexities of the child,
I try to share the agony
The parents bear daily.
I try to convince them
They are not alone,
There are many like there kids
Hidden in this big world, shadowed.
I go to them and talk with them
Try bring solace,
They are blessed to have a child
As beautiful as there own, with grace.
I want them to believe me
How blessed they really are,
For the beauty in there child is
Not in the insane words they speak.
But the beauty lies,
In the eyes of the child,
In the smile of the baby,
In the trust she exerts,
In the belief they have.
The beauty of there child is,
Having the blessings of the God,
In being the chosen one,
The one who God bestows
His choicest trust,
In belief of the parent to be
capable to handle the child as
God's gift to the world.
Sparkle In Wisdom
March 2019
I see a special child,
Then I see another one again,
Then I miss my own
Which brings so much pain.
I try to find the story
Behind the complexities of the child,
I try to share the agony
The parents bear daily.
I try to convince them
They are not alone,
There are many like there kids
Hidden in this big world, shadowed.
I go to them and talk with them
Try bring solace,
They are blessed to have a child
As beautiful as there own, with grace.
I want them to believe me
How blessed they really are,
For the beauty in there child is
Not in the insane words they speak.
But the beauty lies,
In the eyes of the child,
In the smile of the baby,
In the trust she exerts,
In the belief they have.
The beauty of there child is,
Having the blessings of the God,
In being the chosen one,
The one who God bestows
His choicest trust,
In belief of the parent to be
capable to handle the child as
God's gift to the world.
Sparkle In Wisdom
March 2019
#Specialchildren #innocent
(43/F/West Africa)
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