Just when it was the time for another birth,

The angels met God somewhere far from Earth.

They said the ordinary love won't be enough,

For this new one's life would be a little tough.

He won't be the quickest to talk and walk,

Some may even call him a laughing stock.

For his slightly different looks, he shouldn't be put to blame,

'Cause his heart and soul will be just the same.

His learning will be a little slow,

His progress won't be as much as others show.

But make sure wherever he is sent,

He lives a life of happiness and content.

Give him parents who will do more than just care,

For there will be times which he alone won't be able to bear.

Give him a life which he can embrace,

With no worries, at his own pace.

Don't call him odd, or unusual even,

For he will be more special than what most have ever been.