"Crippled Hearts"
A Mother's Love for Her Crippled Boy
Out of My Book: Love and Tears
Please don’t hate me
Can’t help the way I am
I use to be happy
Now, I understand
My friend has one eye
Yes, he is different too
Didn’t know one eye
Can cry as much as two
I wish you could hear
The hurt you put us through
Our Loneliness and fear
Yes, we have feelings too
Because we are different
You sit and stare
Your message is sent
You don’t want us here
Go hide in the closet
I heard someone say
A slow girl don’t forget
“Mommy sent me away”
The world is missing
The love we can give you
Please won’t someone listen?
Crippled hearts need love too.
A mother of a child with special needs poured her heart out to me. She wants the world to know that they have hearts and they are human, too. The world tries to get rid of them because they are crippled, look different, or are mentally disabled. It’s easier just to push them aside, hide them in a closet, or get rid of them. A real mother’s love is crying out to the world. Won’t someone listen?
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