Can you tell that I am different,
And see the tiny Brushfield spots,
When you see my chubby little hands,
Can you tell that I'm unique,
Can you tell by looking at my face,
That I'm as precious as they come,
And Daddy's Little Girl
Can you tell by the way she twirls,
Can you tell by my expressions,
By the little things that differ,
Can you tell that I'm a blessing,
To live here on this earth with you,
Can you tell that I have feelings,
Sometimes I laugh, sometime I cry,
Can you tell that I am worthy?
I hope you can appreciate,
My love is unconditional,
Can you tell that I am capable,
Can you tell that just like other kids,
But, at times I need to do these things,
Don't judge from my appearance,
But, when you really think of it,
Yeah, you got me crying before bed again. That is so precious.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful poem! One of the best for DS that I've read so far.
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful, Linda--thanks for posting it.
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