Why Me Mommy
Mommy, why do people stare at me?
Because you are the chosen one.
Mommy, why do strange sounds utter from my mouth?
Because you still singing the sweet music of the angels.
Mommy, why don't my legs let me walk or my hands hold a cup?
Because yur body is a temple that God is still building.
Mommy, does God still love me the way I am?
Yes, my son, how could he not, when you are his Perfect Child.
Afrika M.A.Abney