This poem is the first of several written about my Uncle Joe. Joe was a person with Down Syndrome who influenced many people with his spirituality, prayers and unending devotion to God. Born February 7, 1946. Died Novemer 12, 2010. Very much missed, but need to remember, Joe is a greeter at the Pearly Gates!
Below is the poem entitled February 7, 1946 which was written by poet
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Where's my baby?
Bring my baby!
She knew something was wrong
Who did she think she was
To risk having a child at forty-six?
The new love demanded it though
And she had prayed it would be all right
But it wasn't.
That exotic little face
Those almond eyes
The old doctor said put it away
It will never grow, it will never know you
It will be a vegetable.
Leave it where it will get the care it needs...
The care he needs?
I will care for him, he is my son.
I will love him and be proud of his accomplishments.
And he grew, and he loved
And accomplished much
His greatest feat being that of bringing
A family together together
Teaching them how to love
And to be proud of him.