Downe's Syndrome Child
She picks herself up,
makes doe eyes.
“Duh.”
She comes to me,
her head-bump already swelling.
I want to protect her
from all the hard knocks
she is likely to walk into.
I only hope
she can help me cope
with my inability.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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