He's Our Joy

A poem about a shamed family member.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“He’s Our Joy”

He talks funny

But his disposition is sunny

Even though his tongue is too long

He’s not a loss

Just because his eyes are crossed

He’s never going to earn a degree

To his parents he’ll always cleave

He may have Downs

But he’s a joy to have around

The public might shame him

But they don’t see what makes us love him

He’s our precious joy

Our very own Mongoloid.

 

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Beautiful take on this topic! I loved reading it. That's right, just because they were made differently, doesn't make them any less precious!

[JanieB]

Here, here! A baby / child is to be loved no matter what.
Well written.

[Liza]

you have expressed this so bravely
every parent wishes to have a baby that evolves into a productive being but this write does not deny that the unconditional love and acceptance never fades even if the baby's mind will stay somewhat the same.

[YouoweYoupay]

=/ aw...

[Cafe Reader]

This is so sweet!

[Jibey]

A nice little song...

The term 'Mongoloid' is never used her in the UK - and would be deemed almost as offensive as 'n****r' used of a black person.

Interesting too that here people with Downs are well accepted, I would say, and often work in supermarkets or other places where they can be given appropriate work...

[Michael X]

this is adorable, colors and all, your words are ever flowing Marie, awsome.

[Goodbye]

Oh, what a sweet ode to your most loved little Schweetie. This is so touching, Marie!

[Norma M Sutton]

Agreed!

[Linear]

Where is the shame? for i see no blame
a loving child, who will return love a thousand fold, it's not a shame but a rich bessing, to have and to hold. and a lovely expressive poem