A mother learns her child has cancer, Or a father that his child has autism, A couple learns their baby was born with Downs Syndrome, A child is sent for an evaluation To check for ADD. Who is to blame? Did Uncle Harry have cancer? Aunt Flo autism? Was mom too old to have a child? Was it caused by the drugs done by the father in the past? The search is on For someone to blame, For surely it can be traced to this person or that. But does it really matter? The child will still be the same When it is discovered that great great grandma Lucie Had six toes on each foot, So it must be all her fault. The child will not change, He still needs his parents love, She still needs grandma to hold her. What matters is the child, And what can be done To make things a little better. But we so often forget the child In our rush to assign blame. Marriages are strained, Families sometimes fall apart, And God is even questioned. Yet we are human, After all. Maybe that is the root of the problem, We are human. By Odis E. Shultz October 3, 1999 For All Of Our Children
Reason for writing:
I am the father of three special needs children, a boy 8 with autism/LD, a girl 10 partially deaf, and a girl 11 add/odd/gifted. Thinking on what caused these things is what prompted the poem Blame.
Birth sign: Cancer
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