Gift... With Special Needs

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Gift... With Special Needs

Poem by: much2say

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: much2say

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Expecting a baby is, for most, an exciting time. From the moment you know you just cant help talking babies. You suddenly find yourself cooing over little pink booties, while dad is buying the latest footy kit in every baby size.
By the time the baby arrives you have probably planned and lived their life in your head a thousand times.

What happens when you suddenly learn that your perfect baby has cerebral palsy.

Here's what I wrote for a friend, who for months after it happened to him, was too embarrassed to tell anyone. He felt it was an attack on his masculinity. He wouldn't even push the pram in case some one he knew saw him.

Glad to say though That Ben is 3 now and his dad takes him every where... in his little footy kit!

Summary

Expecting a baby is, for most, an exciting time. From the moment you know you just cant help talking babies. You suddenly find yourself cooing over little pink booties, while dad is buying the latest footy kit in every baby size.
By the time the baby arrives you have probably planned and lived their life in your head a thousand times.

What happens when you suddenly learn that your perfect baby has cerebral palsy.

Here's what I wrote for a friend, who for months after it happened to him, was too embarrassed to tell anyone. He felt it was an attack on his masculinity. He wouldn't even push the pram in case some one he knew saw him.

Glad to say though That Ben is 3 now and his dad takes him every where... in his little footy kit!

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Submitted: July 20, 2007

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Submitted: July 20, 2007

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The first smile

The first step

Sense of pride

We soon forget

 

We go through life

With not much care

Take for granted

Whatever is there

 

We seldom question

Just expect

Whatever we do

Will get respect

 

The sun in the sky

The stars at night

Winter comes

The birds take flight

 

You have just been made

to stop and think

and in your armour

Found a chink

 

Look again

Its time to see

There’s more to life

Than me, me, me

 

What could give a gift

So rare

A gift of which

You cannot compare

 

No wealth or dreams

However wild...

Just your son

Your precious child

 

In return to your son

Your gift will be

A special one

 

He'll always feel

Your love and pride

The one true thing

You will never hide.


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