A mother's poem for her preemie child with severe special needs.
By Janet M. Gresham
Your smile tightens our heartstrings,
pulling our love into a great big bow.
Your smile streams like sunshine through trees,
sprinkling laughter in the shade.
Your mind may never ponder metaphors.
Your eyes may never follow clouds.
Your feet may never scamper barefoot.
Your fingers may never pen a letter.
Your voice may never say "I love you."
Yet, my child,
You are granted power to teach patience,
To those who pause their world
long enough to know you,
you give yourself and smile.