A meeting was held, quite far from earth
"It's time again for another birth"
Said the Angels 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 all the folks she meets down there.
She may not run or laugh or play
Her thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways she won't adapt,
And she'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where she's sent
We want her life to be content
Please, Lord, find the right parents who
Will do this special job for You.
They will not realize 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 and mild
Is heaven's very special child.
Copyright © 1981 by Edna Massimilla
32 years ago today, the special child in my life went "to have Sunday School with Jesus in heaven" - Nicole Marie Green - born April 12, 1972, called to heaven October 18, 1975. I was only 7 1/2 when she died, yet, she made a HUGE impact on my life. It is her name that inspired my Nick to be Nicholas...there are so many memories in my brain - and tears in my eyes now - I don't remember who gave this poem to my parents, but it goes on my Christmas tree every year as a shrinky dink. And each night, my boys say, "Good night, I love you, see you in the morning." Nicki was born with hydrocephalus, a birth defect not detected prebirth in the 70's, my parents were told to institutionalize her, they defied that & brought her home. We were told she wouldn't walk, wouldn't be able to say more than 3 word sentences. She ran, and she could carry on a conversation with any adult that was 3 sentences long! My brother was named after the doctors who cared for her - Anthony Lombardo and Eugene Schwenke. She is missed, yet always in our hearts and minds.
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It's funny, you know. Not ha-ha funny, but just strange funny, I guess. I have always had this sense of loss in regards to Nicki... but it's a clouded thing, sort of just a hole that I can't identify, a shape that I can't really make out. I don't have the memories that you all have since I was not around yet.
All that to say... I really like hearing you talk about Nicki, or reading what you right. It helps me fill in the blanks.
right, or write. geez. i can't type.
I love this poem. Someone sent it to me when my daughter was born. Nicki sounds like she was so special.
I was given this same poem when my disabled son was 6 years old and I cherish it.
I reflect on this poem so very often, I had a sister who was "handicapped". She passed 5 years ago in October. I know she is free, and has a life she never had on earth. I share this poem often with people I know who have special children. Bless all who have been given the blessing. It has made me a stronger person
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