...this is a portion of a sweet poem my sister sent me during this time...
He may not run or laugh or play.
His thoughts may seem quite far away.
In many ways he won't adapt.
And he'll be known as handicapped.
Please Lord, find the parents who will do a special job for you.
They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play.
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.
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I see poetry runs in the family ;) That was so touching!
Actually...she sent this to me from something she had read...but it was special in the way that it touched her heart to send it to us for comfort and hope.
That is simply lovely...really beautiful.
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