The Gifted Child

Don't cry for me, I am my Mother's favorite child I am different but to her, I am special I am her joy In my smile, she sees how bless I am She knows I am happy Her love keeps me from all harm In her arms, I am safe and warm There is no place, I rather be In my mother's arms, I am safe from harm There is no need for her to pretend She will love me, till thee end So don't cry for me, I will always be my Mother's Special Friend.