Thank you,thank you
for answered prayers.
I'm alive today,I have-
been for two years.
I may be small,
I may be pale.
I am not fragile
nor,am I frail.
It makes things
easier for me...
When you squat down
and eye to eye we see.
You talk with me
in soft sounds,
I see your face
has no frowns.
Hold me,hug me,
look at me,
softly say what
needs to be.
Please don't yell
and shout at me.
Seeing your face
I think you're angry.
Remember,
I am a little one
and not a ref.
Sounds are ommitted
so therefore,
I am deaf.
A very insightful monologue of this little angel...Smilesz. I still wonder sometimes, how small boys (and me inclusive) talk and reason in their own personal worlds. How different is it compared to a girl's...and how wildly imaginative and absurd to an adult's. Smilesz. Thanxs for further provoking such thoughts in me, Linda. once again, u did a wonderful piece of poetry. Glad u directed me here. :)