Rachel Pack
My Little One
I dreamed I’d have a little one who’d never have to struggle,
He’d walk the world with peace of mind and never encounter trouble.
As I held him in my arms at last, this dream flashed through my mind,
His imperfection was made clear which I accepted in due time.
This little life that I created would be tested from day one,
He’d face difficulties day to day and have nowhere to run.
The saddest part about it all is that he’s perfect in my eyes,
Yet others were so critical when he fussed and cried.
It bothered me to know the truth and for them not to understand,
How hard it is to want to speak the words so close at hand.
You see, his tears were from frustration, his brain was not his friend,
He could not express just what he felt; it was so hard to comprehend.
To see how he was suffering just simply broke my heart,
I questioned why my little one was different from the start.
Yet I knew that with some extra love, he would reach his full potential,
He would discover that his voice was there; it really was that simple.
This trial has taught me many things, but mostly to be grateful,
And to remember to be kind because the world can be so hateful.
I hope when he grows big and strong, his imperfection is embraced,
And that his kindness is passed along to make the world a better place.