My Special Son


Without use of his vision, he cannot see,
Color of skin, ones’ size, or their beliefs.

Without use of his arms, he cannot embrace,
All the things, we do all by ourselves.

Without use of his legs, he cannot go,
To places, he should never go.

Without use of his voice, he cannot speak,
Hurtful words, we use, when we speak.

Without these things, he helped me see,
The man God, wants me to be.

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