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Becky Tilbrook Poem
The day you were born I couldn't believe I could create something so beautiful
My child is perfect
All your firsts....you walked late, you talked late,
but you were only waiting until you could do it just right
My child is perfect
Your sister didn't want you there
She wanted to stay the best one, the only one
My child is perfect
Your teacher didn't believe me when i told her you were gifted
All parents think their child is the best
At the next parent/teacher meeting she said, "You were right"
My child is perfect
You went to a new school with other kids as gifted as you
You didn't feel like you fit in
No matter where you go, someone will try to make you feel like you are less
There are always those who need to make others feel like less so they feel more than they are
My child is perfect
You were the victim but you were called the bully
They called the police, they sent you away
I hate them for making you feel like the bad guy
My child is perfect
Your father said you could do better, you should do better
He didn't see you, he just saw numbers and letters
My child is perfect
I wasn't there for you because he demanded all my attention
He used his disability against all of us
He used it to take me away from you
My child is perfect
You didn't see all the good I saw in you
You are a writer, a poet, an artist
You are beautiful, but you don't believe me when I tell you that
My child is perfect
You tried to take your beauty away from me, from this world you think doesn't want you here
I am thankful you didn't succeed...not the first time, the second time, the third time
Not this last time
My child is perfect
Copyright © Becky Tilbrook | Year Posted 2014
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