While she wrote about a "she", the sibling in her poem is actually a "he", her younger brother, who is 6 years old, has hypotonic cerebral palsy and profound developmental delay, is non-verbal and non-ambulatory and has the most gorgeous smile and eyes of anyone! [according to Mom and who are we to argue?]
I have brown hair.
She has blond hair.
I have long hair.
She has short hair.
I am chubby and short.
She is skinny and tall.
I have braces and glasses.
She has freckles and cerebral palsy.
I can draw, ride a bike and read.
She can't do any of these.
I can walk and sit.
She has a wheelchair,
and tries to talk
but out comes noises,
silly ones.
I like to chew.
She likes to go for long walks.
I am stubborn and loud.
She is sensitive and caring.
I am outgoing and fun.
She is different and interesting.
I go to dance.
She goes to therapy.
I drink from a cup and eat regular food.
She drinks from a bottle and eats pureed food.
I like to play outside.
She likes to play with noisy toys.
She doesn't make any choices.
We make them all for her.
I think I have a good life.
Hers could be better.
Every day I watch her grow,
in sorrow, laughter and snow.
I hope no one takes her away.
I would be lonely and miss her every day.
I start every day with the positive
attitude that one day she'll be
just like me!
I don't care what we are.
I love her anyway.
I don't care what other people say.Cross-posted at A Primer on Special Needs and the Law
We'll always be sisters and
the best of friends.
That's the way it's going to stay.