The Inked Dove

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Such a little boy he was
I remember when I held him in my hands
He smiled at me and my heart melted
His little fingers curled around my thumb
And I was spell-bound by the beauty

When he turned three,
Something seemed wrong with him.
He didn't look at people,
Or talk to anyone,
Or even look and smile at me.

So I went to the doctor,
Who declared he was 'mad',
And then I collapsed on the floor,
Sitting and crying,
Thinking I'd lost all.

Then I felt a small hand wipe my tears,
And looked up to see him there,
Looking at me with those eyes of his,
Giving me my strength,
And telling me this wasn't bad at all.

I had decided now,
No matter what people said,
I would teach him,
And I would give him life,
To see him grow into my big boy.

And I did,
Oh,all the time and patience it took,
All the times he cried,
But I did,and he began to improve,
And people began to notice.

And when I've grown all old,He comes to me with that smile of his,
And says,"Thankyou,Ma",
And it feels amazing to be right,
That he can,
He could,
And he did.

A/N It is obvious that there is a social message in this poem.I wil only say this-They whom we call 'mad',actually are much more smarter than we are.We think they can't do anything,but that's not true.Every single person has talents.They may be much ahead of us. Einstein was mad,Anton Leeuwenhoek was mad,but the only question is-were they?
So think again,if that's what you thought.Help them,and see them rise and shine like the brightest star in the night sky.Do all it takes and don't lose hope until you succeed.