,,When they told me he would never talk
I taught him how to sing.
We walked through the parks together
summer, fall, or spring.
When they told me he would never walk
I taught him how to run.
I put his little hands in mine
and ran right through the sun.
When they told me he would never write
I taught him how to draw.
I took him to the lakes and hills.
He drew everything we saw.
When they told me he would never live
like a normal kid.
I taught him to live like adults.
He copied everything I did ,,
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