Hi to all my new friends at the St. Mark Lutheran Church in Worth, Il!!!
Here's the poem, as requested. I wrote it when Sam was about 2 1/2 years old.
Born: Like Caesar
Torn in unnatural manner
From natural mother
Into cold, unnatural sterility.
Purple with rage,
You tore needles from your flesh
Until they pinned you down.
In that world of hoses down throats and bright lights
And rock music
Were a giant.
"He will never see,
Never walk, never talk,
He fails to thrive.
Profoundly retarded, profoundly disabled
And seeing me at the far end of the hall,
As you slowly inch your way down your own
Reach your goal.
I lift you up.
With four gold medals glowing in our four eyes
We two alone, are buffeted
By crowds of angels
"He will never..."
That lies like truth.
Never: 'Till Burnham Wood do come to Dunsinane
In two short years,
I have seen you do what no Doctor
Born of woman
Believed you could do.
So lead on MacDuff and Damned be he who first cries
By Jeanne Forsberg with help from Shakespeare.