My Gift did not come wrapped in shiny paper, nor tied with a velvet bow.
My Gift was unexpected, it caught me completely off guard.
I struggled to see that this Gift was for me;
Gifts are not meant to be hard.
My Gift came with a label or two; one said “extra chromosome”,
The other read “handle with care”.
The second; I tore off and tied to my wrist.
The first, I hid, too afraid others would stare.
All around me other Gifts were being delivered,
Amongst fanfares, banners, balloons and flowers.
My Gift came amid hushed tones and frowns, with questions, fears and tears.
Concerns that had not crossed anyone’s mind at earlier baby showers.
How could I look after this Gift? There must be a mistake.
Surely this Gift was not intended for me; it was never in the plan.
And yet, in my Gift I saw a reflection of me so clearly staring back;
Azure blue almond shaped eyes, oh those beautiful almond shaped eyes!
My Gift. My Gift is, without question,
The best present I’ve ever been given.
Granted, it took me a while to appreciate; I wish I’d realised before.
My Gift has a beauty beyond understanding, my Gift is easy to adore.
My Gift keeps on giving and giving.
Occasionally it might be in sorrow; far more likely I find, it’s in joy!
My Gift is priceless, its worth cannot be measured.
If your Gift is labelled the same as mine, it’s a Gift you will learn to treasure.
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