Laying in the hospital room,
hooked to monitors.
Beeping sound they say is good.
Soon its time for another contraction.
Look of concern on docters face
as he watches the monitor.
Rushing to delivery room,
somthing is very wrong.
Watching docters face,
as he helps my child be born.
Anxiety and fear is what I see.
Its over and its a boy.
No tears or crying from his little body.
Three months later, growth is very limited.
Tests show brain damage.
Future is dim for the child of mine.
Woe is me I cried.
Gods angels in my dreams,
clearing my mind and heart.
My son is a special child and
God only gives special parents
this precious gift.
Cannot walk or talk,
write or paint.
Never drive a car,
fall in love,
or father a child.
All the people that know him
love him.
For he is God's special gift to this world.
My Special Child
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Submission Name: My Special Child
