A Downs Syndrome Moment
She picks herself up
after bumping into a sharp edge.
Another kid might have
wailed out loud, she only shrugs -
nevertheless
runs to me for comfort.
I want to protect her from the hard stuff,
she’s going to crash into a lot of hard stuff.
There must be a spell to keep her safe,
I need her to teach me it,
help me figure us out.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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