Down's Syndrome Child
She picks herself up.
Makes doe eyes,
“duh.”
She runs to me,
bump already swelling.
I want to protect her from the hardness
she is always going to crash into it.
I hope
she can help me cope.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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