Poetry - About Down's Syndrome With Children - In A Poem
My mom was 47 years old
The year that I was born
When she found out about me
Her feelings about me were torn
The doctor told her I may have problems
That I may never get to grow old
The doctor told my mom
Whatever decision she made would be bold
Mom thought long and hard
About what she should do
My dad wasn’t around
Wouldn’t be around as I grew
As you can probably guess
My mom decided to keep me
She knew there would be trouble
But I was the angel only she could see
Mom gave me a chance at life
She thought anything else would be a crime
She knew for at least the first few years
The hospital would be where I spent my time
I grew quickly to adulthood
Always with the mind of a child
Mom loved me more and more each day
I was always meek and mild
When people made fun of me
Through each and every day
Mom made me feel special
In each and every way!
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