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Beautiful poem for special needs children. ★ Irishewwie 1 child; Tokeland, Washington 67058 posts
13th Sep '09

Heaven's Very Special Child



A meeting was held quite far from
from earth, "It's time for
another birth," said the Angels
to the Lord above, "This special child will need much love."



His progress may seem
very slow, accomplishments he may
not show. And he'll require
much extra care from the folks
he meets away down there.



He may not run or laugh or
play. His thoughts may seem
quite far away. In many ways
he won't adapt, and he'll be
known as "HANDICAPPED".



So let's be careful where he's
sent. We want his life to be
content. Please, Lord, find the
parents who will do a special
job for you.



They will not realize right away
the leading role they're asked to
play. But with this child sent
from above, comes stronger
faith and richer love.



And soon they'll know the
privilege given, in caring for this
gift from Heaven. Their
precious charge, so meek and
mild, is Heaven's Very Special
Child




Author Unknown



This is a poem we always say at the camp I used to work at. Always made me cry.

Moo-mmyஐ 52 kids; New York 27164 posts
13th Sep '09

I'm going to print this and put it in Syrus' scrapbook I made from all his hospital stays and ER trips and specialist appointments and everything he went through. Thank you so much for posting this.

★ Irishewwie 1 child; Tokeland, Washington 67058 posts
13th Sep '09
Quoting Dreaming of you:
Bryson~N~Jaxson's Mommy 2 kids; Tennessee 262 posts
13th Sep '09

I have that same poem saved on my computer here is a few more you might like.



I Am The Child



I am the child who cannot talk.
You often pity me, I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of - I see that as well.
I am aware of much - whether you are happy or sad or fearful,
patient or impatient, full of love and desire,
or if you are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater,
for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.
You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards -
great strides in development that you can credit yourself.
I do not give you understanding as you know it.
What I give you is so much more valuable - I give you instead opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine;
the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities;
the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own,
working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.
I am the child who cannot walk.
The world seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair,
to run and play like other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again.
I am dependant on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune,
your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them.
I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright,
to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.
I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick,
what I do know is infinite joy in simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child,
to teach you how much your arms around me mean,
to give you love.
I give you the gift of simplicity.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.
I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you giving.
Most of all I teach you hope and faith.
I am the disabled child.



My Child
My child has some special needs,
but that's part of God's design.
I just need to remember
that God's will is best, not mine.
My child is not a burden,
he's a blessing from above.
Sometimes we face a struggle,
but our lives are filled with love.
Put Jesus at the center,
and forget your selfish ways.
The Lord will surely bless you,
and will help you through your days.



Hope you Enjoy

Moo-mmyஐ 52 kids; New York 27164 posts
14th Sep '09

those are beautiful =]

Bryson~N~Jaxson's Mommy 2 kids; Tennessee 262 posts
15th Sep '09

I know they are beautiful,the one I Am The Child is my favorite one out of them it just describes my son and maybe that is the way he feels sometimes but when ever I am down about things going on with him I just read these poems and I feel better about things. They have helped me alot over the years and helped me get through some tough times.

user banned 2 kids; Pennsylvania 1007 posts
17th Sep '09

red and pink
I like red.
I don't like pink.
I have leukemia
And it stinks! I want hair
that's long -- no curls!
I want to be
like the other girls. But one day
I will be okay.
I'll have a pony
and feed her hay! And I will sing
And dance
And play
And no more leukemia
Hooray!



Leukemia.



Shelay, so still, on her hospital bed
While family gathered around.
It seemed like only yesterday,
Her laughter could always be found.



But, the past few months, she became so tired
she could barely lift her head.
Her body grew weaker, day by day,
Until, finally, she had to be fed.



Just a littlegirl of two years old
Who's life was being cut short,
she would no longer run and play
Or take part in her favorite sports.



Friends could no longer call on her
To join them in the sun.
Their lives were just beginning
While hers was almost done.



she slowly opened up her eyes
And looked at her Mother and said,
"Mom, I'm feeling no pain, now,
But a great relief instead."



Tears began to trickle
Down her swollen little cheeks
And they knew those would be
The last words she would ever speak.



And, as if by a miracle, a glow
Encompassed the little girl's lifeless form.
The room began to radiate and
They knew she had been reborn.



An Angel of God was heard to whisper
These words that filled their ear,
"Leukemia has lost the battle to Christ.
Your littlegirlhas nothing to fear."



I altered the last one, though.

Bryson~N~Jaxson's Mommy 2 kids; Tennessee 262 posts
18th Sep '09

Those are beautiful the last one made me cry. Thank you for sharing

Kathi Koback Washington 1 posts
4th Oct '11

The poem "Heavens very special child" hits home and makes me feel special , just as it did back when my son was here with me . And when he passed we used it in our rememberence of him at the funeral. I always hoped that other people with special children could read the words and have a better understanding of why they have one of gods special children.. Because I know tha/t that was one of my questions I asked god. and with this poem, it helped me feel specially chosen to be his mother .