Tuesday, 07 June 2011

• Poem: The Legacy of The Special Needs Parent

   

  
  Sometimes I wonder
  in times spent alone
  mind adrift to things
  less important, yet I own

  Maybe not less
  because it’s the central of me
  my mind drifts to wonder
  to thoughts of my legacy

  Everyone has them
  maybe not young, not quite old
  those in the middle
  old enough to know

  that when we pass on
  life moves forward as it should
  we’re left as imprints,
  this piece is understood

  some leave greatness
  some queens, some volunteers
  ones who serve others
  ones shedding the silent tears

  actors given false regards
  authors and poets somewhere behind
  but the mother of a child, a special one
  by views of legacies, life is blind

  But isn’t it we who shun all the bad
  take into our arms the ones we have had
  or another child needing love, affection and guidance
  we give them the whole of our soul, hence…

  I return to this moment,
  this selfish thought of time to pass
  No time to resent
  knowing this legacy is greater, alas

  I get to be the one
  given the gift of previous few
  In his eyes, I see the shine
  as I tell him I love him for life through and through.

  © Gina St. Aubin

   

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