A "special" Harvest
Children so special
Labeled by society --
Morons, retarded
Each has unique gifts
Wide-eyed, forever smiling
Offer them respect
They have disabilities
But treasures lie in their hearts
Don’t measure life’s worth
By capacity to learn --
Gauge power to love
For the Harvest of Happiness contest
Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2010
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