Elisha Rock Younger
My nephew, 3 weeks old
Was born with several disabilities
He can't speak, he can't walk
He is emotionally unstable
Erupting into fits of rage
With no explanation
He can't even control his own bowel movements
There's no way he'll survive without
The ever-present care and love of others
The doctor said it could take
18 to 20 years until
He MIGHT be a fully
Functioning person
And even then, it's a huge maybe
Some individuals born with his
Affliction go their entire lives
And never quite grow out of it
Adult in size yet clumsy in speech at best
That handicap alone creates great
Heartache and dangers
And his feet may learn to walk
But they'll often drag when they should march
And run when they should stand in confidence
The emotional instability is a deceitful
Symptom of his condition
It seems to level out during joyful childhood
Only to return with ferocious intensity
In the teenage years
And often worsens until death
Thankfully the
Doctors are optimistic concerning his
Digestive control
If there is one thing most learn to
Do well, it's crap
But Elisha, beloved nephew
You must accept the truth
You were born ill
You will suffer for life
Yet there is nothing
You must endure that others born in
Your unfortunate state have not overcome
Believe that God exists
Believe that Love can be
For these...
For this...
For He, is the only hope of relief
From our hopeless disease