Why am I different

This is dedicated to my beautiful son, who has struggled with life and success because of being developmentally delayed. One day when helping him read and understands a assignment, he ask me why he was different?  why he could not just be a “man” and have everything his father had. He wanted to be a husband, a father; he wanted his drivers’ licenses and a job.   So Trent this is for you. May all your dreams and hopes come true, for your difference is truly what makes you strong and beautiful to me?   Love MOM

Momma why am I different?

What is wrong that with me?

Why my child are you afraid?

Everyone is different and yet they are the same

Have you ever seen the stars at night?

From far away the look the same

But when we look, each one is different

But they all shine the same way.

People are like the stars

From far away you do not see

But when we look closely  each of us is unique

Some have long and flowing hair

Some have hair that is curled so tight

Some of us are tall and straight

Some of us are short, it’s all the same

We are no more different then we are the same

The differences make us beautiful

Being the same is being human.

It does not matter, much to me

All are entitled to be treated with dignity  

When someone calls you handicap

Do not worry so much;

We are all handicapped, just in different ways

Each and every one of us are

Afraid to be different,

 And yet we hope were not the same.

So you are not different any more then you’re the same,