On His First Day
They said on his first day on earth,
Better far if he’d died at birth.
How could they know.
How could they tell the joy he’d bring,
He taught our hearts the way to sing,
We loved him so.
We learned together through the years
To show the joy, but hide the tears,
They must not see.
They’d never learn the hurt they caused
Through thoughtless stares that on him paused
And as he grew, we never grieved
To see how little he achieved,
No praise he’d lose.
His progress made in life’s tough school
We measured with a shorter rule
Than scholars use.
I can’t believe he owed his day
To some genetic disarray
He came into this world, and there
He lived to teach us how to care.
This he achieved
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