Sunday, March 4, 2012

What About That Little Boy

What About That Little Boy

He sits there confined to his chair
That boy with the rusty red hair
Ain’t because he wants to be there
And we complain that life isn’t fair
What about that little boy?

A brain injury before he was born
Caused his momma to feel forlorn
Her son’s head was slightly malformed
But her heart wasn’t the least bit torn
What about her little boy?

When he smiles and lights up the room
With a grin as big as the moon
You know that God’s granted a boon
To those who feel that death looms
What about that little boy?

He’s twelve years old and growing
When you hear him sing and groan
Every life is precious and worth knowing
His mother held him and faced the unknown
What about her little boy?


1 comment:

  1. *sniffle*. That was beautiful, Joe!! Very well written. These special children have so many more challenges than we do yet they don't know that.... They are just happy to be here. Hugs!!

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