A meeting was held far from earth
'It's time again for another birth'
said the angel to the Lord above
'This special child will need much love'.

Her progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments she may not show
And she'll require extra care
from the folk she meets way down there.

She may not run, or laugh, or play
her thoughts might seem quite far away
In many ways she won't adapt
And she will be known as handicapped.

So let's be careful where she's sent
We want her life to be content
Please Lord find the people who
Will be special for you.

They will not realise right away
The leading role they're asked to play
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they'll know the privilege given
in caring for this gift from heaven
Their precious charge, so meek, so mild
Is 'Heaven's Very Special Child'.

By Kirt Blackburn age 16 

The heaven shines upon your face.

Showing your faults, your misfits.

For this is what makes you as beautiful as you are.

Everyday is a struggle.

Fighting to hold your own.

Each breath you take is a blessing.

Each wink is worth a smile.

I sit here and watch you.

Watch you sleep, in your timeless crib.

The crib that holds the key to your survival.

The crib that shows all.

You make a movement.

You open your eyes.

Looking around for a brief moment.

Then fixing upon my face.

I look back at you and smile.

This face I look upon is a face of an angel.

Fallen from heaven, into my arms.

You are my special little angel.

The one that was meant to be.

I make my way to the court yard.

Look upon the misty sky.

A drop beats across my face, a rain drop.

I feel the rain drip through my fingers, hitting the ground.

The angels are crying.

They've lost one of their own.

A special little child.

My special little child.

You will never be anything but my little sis,

If you cant run or laugh, still every second apart I miss,

I love you even more with every excited smile,

But at first my feelings were bad, at least for a while.

As I walked towards my mum in her hospital bed,

The words she had just spoken were going round in my head,

ôThere is a serious problem with herö she mumbled in tears,

A problem that would last for many years.

My understanding was low when I entered the room,

My mother was silent and the feeling was of gloom,

I was expecting to celebrate till we were all told,

That my sister had 'downs', that idea quickly got old.

There were tears being shed from all people in turn,

As the understanding was, that this child WILL NOT LEARN!

We were gutted at first; it was awkward to speak,

As her chances of survival were possibly meek.

At first we cried and people we know moaned,

Alas we now know, what's to offer from a child with downs syndrome,

Dancing and singing seems enough to most,

But with my little sister there is too much to boast.

She may never realise that sometimes she is slow,

And her understanding in school may be low,

But all that we hope is that others will care,

And not laugh and call her but just, æbe thereÆ.

The meaning of my poem is for me to show,

That over time our feelings have changed, and she has still far to go,

I now think of her as a gift from above,

With her she brings incredible laughter and love.

She has changed my life all for the better,

As two years ago I may have 'laughed' if Id met her,

Now I feel furious with myself,

For not seeing the child but their outer self.

So to my Katy I owe a debt of gratitude,

For changing my thoughtless attitude.

Love you Kate x  

They were so excited

It was coming to be

Two people so in love

Now soon there would be three

For many years they'd planned it

Now it would soon be true

She was picking out the pink clothes

He was looking at the blue

The call came unexpected

The doctor had bad news

Some tests came back and things weren't right

He said, "You're gonna have to choose

I'll wait a week for your decision"

Then the words cut like a knife

"I'm sure everyone will understand

If you want to end its life"

Though they were badly shaken

They just had no choice

'Cause they knew God creates no accidents

And they were sure they heard His voice, saying,

Sometimes miracles hide

And God will wrap some blessings in disguise

You may have to wait this lifetime

To see the reasons with your eyes

'Cause sometimes miracles hide

It seemed before they knew it

The appointed day arrived

With eager apprehension

They could barely hold inside

The first time they laid eyes on her

Confirmed the doctor's fears

But they held on to God's promises

'Cause they were sure they both could hear

That sometimes miracles hide

And God will wrap some blessings in disguise

You may have to wait this lifetime

To see the reasons with your eyes

'Cause sometimes miracles hide

Though she was not like the other girls

They thought she was the best

And through all the years of struggle
Neither whispered one regret
On the day that she started school
And took her first bus ride
They remembered the words that God had spoken
And they both broke down and cried
 
You see to them it did not matter
Why some things in life take place
'Cause they just knew the joy they felt
When they look into her face
 
They learned sometimes miracles hide
They said, "God has wrapped our blessing in disguise
We may have to wait this lifetime to see the reasons with our eyes
But we know sometimes miracles hide
      "We've learned sometimes miracles hide"

As we walk to your classroom my heart swells with pride
for the children all run to you to walk by your side.
They hug you and greet you; they all seem to know 
just how much you need them and love them all so!
You march down the big hall with your most grownup stride
and turn and wave bravely, "Bye, Mommy!  Bye-bye!"
 
Such a big girl, my Misty!   You give life your best
though sometimes even the smallest thing can be a big test;
like struggling to run just as fast as the others
or trying your best just to straighten your covers;
things like coloring, swinging or brushing your hair.......
Sometimes Mommy feels that it just isn't fair!
 
Once late at night as I lay in my bed
I cried just to think what a little girl had said:
"Why's Misty so dumb?  Can't she talk?  Can't she run?"
I said, "Please be nice to her, please don't make fun.
See, God didn't make her as perfect as you 
And I think he would want you to help her, don't you?"
She shook  her head slowly and gave a small smile.
She had understood perfectly and that made it worthwhile!
 
Yes, sometimes it hurts and I don't understand
How God could have done this as part of His Plan. 
Yet each time I hold you or we kiss goodnight, 
I know in my heart He did everything right! 
You're my own Special Angel, and how lucky I was 
To be chosen by God to receive your sweet love. 
 
My own Special Angel, sent straight from above!

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