I stare at you and wonder why
when you stare back you start to cry,
then I remember who I am,
that I will never be able to stand
on my own two feet and walk to you,
or do any of the things that you do.
I will never be able to move my body,
but I try so hard to be all i can be.
Nor can I talk and ask about your day,
or reply to the things that you say.
I try to answer you in what ways I can
and I so wish that you could understand,
but I know it's hard and difficult sometimes,
to follow my irratic little signs.
Life is a gift no matter what form,
even when life wanders away from the norm,
You helped me make it and survive,
I'm so thankful to you that i'm alive.
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