Special Miracles
Written by Semper Fi Reborn
This baby is different,
He doesn't speak words.
But his expressions,
And his eyes are surely heard.
His world is wrapped,
Within silence.
Yet his laughter,
Has the sound of a beautiful violin.
You and I would surely crumble,
Under the weight,
Of the things he endures,
Day to day.
We'd say it's fate.
Yet to me he is a blessing,
Sent from Heaven in a wheelchair.
His vision's impaired,
But his views of life are very clear.
And there is still,
His joyful laughter.
Like a sermon from a pastor.
I feel like my student,
Is the master.
The teacher,
Like I'm an amateur in his profession.
He's a special miracle.
And I've been taught a lesson.
2007-12-19
09:03:43
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