FORGET - ME - NOT...

Our problems are many and varied.

Our struggles are always uphill.

I'm speaking for hundreds of children.

So listen a while if you will.

I want understanding - not pity.

I wish you could treat me the same

You wouldn't ignore other children.

At least you would ask them their name

I know I can't answer to tell you.

My face may seem empty and dead

My body is twisted - but I am alive.

And there are thoughts in my head.

I will not be shut out from the world.

I'm a child and it is my right

I'm not an object of pity - to be hidden away out of sight.

My parents see me through eyes of love.

And not as others do.

They see the things I can achieve.

And I wish that you would too.

As I ask you to forget-me-not,

I beg you to hear my plea

If I could speak - I would ask you

To please look closer - and see me...

By Elizabeth A. Chase