My Perfect Child
by Anonymous As my children were born,
I wanted them to be perfect.
When they were babies,
I wanted them to smile and be content playing with their toys.
I wanted them to be happy and to laugh continually
instead of crying and being demanding.
I wanted them to see the beautiful side of life.
As they grew older,
I wanted them to be giving instead of selfish.
I wanted them to skip the terrible twos.
I wanted them to stay innocent forever.
As they became teen-agers,
I wanted them to be obedient and not rebellious, mannerly and not mouthy.
I wanted them to be full of love, gentle and kind-hearted.
"Oh, God, give me a child like this" was often my prayer.
One day He did. Some call him handicapped... I call him Perfect!! [
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This page last updated on 15 April 2008.
Copyright © 1997-2008 Thomas and Michel Paul - Email: tom.and.michel AT gmail DOT com I think this poem is such a beutiful one, and it is so true for me for my daughter. I hope all of you mom's who have a "special child" enjoys this as much as I do!! Please remember to be kind on here to the women on here that sometimes just needs to get things off their chest not to be ridiculed.
mommy4k Jul. 3, 2008 at 11:49 AM