A tiny yet wonderful brown eyed child
Born with little chance and almost no hope
His pain and severance but still he smiled
My affections for him are more than mild
Though to confess, it’s sometimes hard to cope
Wondering how best to deal with this child
All the medications, all there compiled
As I shower him I reach for the soap
All lathered up he looked at me and smiled
And I see his hair needs to be restyled
I push his hair to one side, a slight slope
I ask, how can someone not love this child?
And sometimes his eyes run amok, look wild
His gaze is one like a kaleidoscope
My emotions stay stored, I keep them filed
Last time I saw him, he turned and just smiled.