She laid her head back; her face showed both exhaustion and joy.
Her baby cried out its first breath; after entering into the world.
She longed to see her little girl; to hold this little miracle of life.
Why was he looking shocked? A father should have a look of pride.
“What’s wrong? She’s crying; let me see her,” the woman pleaded.
The doctor touched tiny stubby fingers; in her eyes he saw the proof.
“She is a Down’s syndrome baby; I’m sorry,” Is all he had to say.
A nurse laid the baby in the mother’s arms; with tears in her eyes.
She looked down at her daughter’s face and saw what others saw.
For a moment she felt sadness; then a flood of motherly love.
She kissed the little girl and drew her closer, “She’s so beautiful!”
In the years that followed; Sara Grace brought so much joy and love.
A gentle happy child, who found beauty in the smallest of things;
teaching all she met that miracles come in many forms and faces.
Never asking for pity; giving unconditional love to those around her;
sweetly smiling; accepting the imperfections of others born “normal.”
Those her judge her by her looks; those that stare and whisper as
she goes about her life; are the ones who society should pity more.
Sara Grace is perfect in her heart and soul; the truest miracle of all.