Making a Small Difference
My little charge is dear to me,
He barely hears and cannot see
Born with challenges of every kind
A more adorable kid you cannot find
He breathes with difficulty and cannot eat
His daily existence is a tremendous feat
But he has a sweetness that is so rare
He elicits love for all to share
In the scheme of daily life I know
No laurel wreaths on me bestow
But a small difference I think I make
For in his life great pride I take.
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