A Hidden Gift

We're each handed what we are dealt No one said life is trouble free I used to dwell on how I felt Till I realized the blessing I was given- The mother of special needs children Dont pity me with sadness When my heart is filled with pride For I can look deeper in the eyes of others and see the beauty they hold inside I cant judge like I used to Like you cant judge a book by its cover Because a cover is all it really is- Its whats under to discover I'm more patient than most people though i didn't start out that way For the gift of my children has guided me to this very day I've learned not to ridicule for I have seen the stares of others Knowing we are all unique All these children and their mothers Though,I have frustration and stress just like everyone else I've been gifted with the knowledge and a lesson worth in gold- That we all have imperfections that make us who we are So very precious.... in our mold