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our mothers tears fill a hospital ward as a doctor summons the Chaplins call last rites administer to this tiny newborn thrice in five days you're destined to fall born with a hole in such a delicate heart yet no doctor nor cleric could recognise this was to allow the world seep through a shining eighth wonder of pale blue eyes held on the sill outside a neonatal room i saw with my soul a love birthed anew dad he promised that you'd be home soon there to the years of childhood we grew the time had come for mam to say to me sister was different in other ways as well not for you was destined a desk at school nor books would you read nor stories tell innocence of the pure and purity of truth special she said born of down syndrome and yet would i never once see you down for your smiles to me evoke only wisdom now as you pass over your fortieth year my sister i cherish all that we hold dear for you are a family's jewel in it's crown raising a world from love handed down
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
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our mothers tears fill a hospital ward as a doctor summons the Chaplins call last rites administer to this tiny newborn thrice in five days you're destined to fall born with a hole in such a delicate heart yet no doctor nor cleric could recognise this was to allow the world seep through a shining eighth wonder of pale blue eyes held on the sill outside a neonatal room i saw with my soul a love birthed anew dad he promised that you'd be home soon there to the years of childhood we grew the time had come for mam to say to me sister was different in other ways as well not for you was destined a desk at school nor books would you read nor stories tell innocence of the pure and purity of truth special she said born of down syndrome and yet would i never once see you down for your smiles to me evoke only wisdom now as you pass over your fortieth year my sister i cherish all that we hold dear for you are a family's jewel in it's crown raising a world from love handed down
for my sister Siobhan, a shining eighth wonder of pale blue eyes
david-noonan
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
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