She has blonde hair and auburn eyes
She has a laugh that delights the masses
She wears pink barrettes and silky flowers
Did you know she’s not supposed to run?
She loves horses and saddles
She loves to stroke and brush their long hair
She loves to whisper gently and pat
Even when her therapist can’t hear.
She has a wild and creative imagination
She makes up beautiful storylands
She loves to draw them out in pictures
Even if it’s hard to control her hand.
She dances in her ballet recitals
She cheers for her brother’s sports
She laughs at her daddy’s funny stories
Adored by her grandparents and aunts.
She loves school and all of her teachers
She has friends that share her lunch
She has a crush on the boy at the opposite table
Even though she struggles to talk
She smiles broadly watching her favorite shows
She laughs when her brothers spin her around
She cries when she lands in time-out
But she just wanted to color the wall
She skips while shopping with her mother
She twirls her blonde curls with stubby hands
She shrieks with delight in the toy aisle
While faces quickly turn and stare
She isn’t sure how to take sympathetic glances
She isn’t sure why they give her that smile
She isn’t sure why her class is labeled “special”
Or why she seems to take a little extra while
She turns and looks away when people point
She pretends not to notice their stares
She knows they think her lesser
Because she has features that deem her rare.
She has a flattened face and a small, wide nose
She has tiny ears and kitten-sized mouth
She has upward slanting eyes with little folds
Her chromosome 21 has blessed her all on its own.
Poetry by Jenna Wolfram