PoEm

I cant take credit for this poem I did not write it however I DO love it and hope you enjoy. 

I pushed my little baby out, 

they handed him to me. 

I looked into his tiny face, 

he was as perfect as could be. 

Then the doctor said “Down syndrome”, 

and my joy turned into fear. 

How could he have Down syndrome, 

for he was so sweet and dear. 

His perfect hands, 

his tiny feet and chubby little toes. 

His jet black hair, his dark brown eyes, 

and little button nose. 

They have to be mistaken. 

The diagnosis just can’t be. 

Then they handed me the test results, 

and it was plain to see. 

My baby has Down syndrome. 

Those words cut like a knife. 

My baby has Down syndrome, 

and he will for all his life. 

I cannot make it better. 

It will not go away. 

But I can continue to love him, 

with every passing day. 

For God gave me a child with Down syndrome, 

as it was in the plan He had. 

And as time goes by I realize, Down syndrome isn’t bad. 

My son has filled my heart with love, 

and brought me so much joy. 

He is my little angel. . . . . . . my perfect little boy!!!! 

Love, 

Mommy