Question

summary of the poem heavens very special child​

Answer 1

Heavens Very Special Child

A special poem for special parents
By: Edna Massionilla “Written to honor her down syndrome son”

A MEETING WAS HELD QUITE FAR FROM EARTH……
IT WAS TIME AGAIN FOR ANOTHER BIRTH……
SAID THE ANGELS TO THE LORD ABOVE……
THIS SPECIAL CHILD WILL NEED MUCH LOVE……
HIS PROGRESS MAY BE VERY SLOW……
ACCOMPLISHMENT HE MAY NOT SHOW……
AND HE WILL REQUIRE EXTRA CARE……
FROM THE PARENTS HE MEETS DOWN THERE……
HE MAY NOT ALWAYS RUN OR LAUGH OR PLAY……
HIS THOUGHTS MAY SEEM QUITE FAR AWAY……
SO MANY TIMES HE WILL BE LABELED……
MAYBE DIFFERENT OR MAYBE DISABLED……
SO LETS BE CAREFUL WHERE HE IS SENT……
WE WANT HIS LIFE TO BE CONTENT……
PLEASE LORD FIND THE PARENTS WHO……
WHO WILL DO THIS SPECIAL JOB FOR YOU……
THEY WILL NOT REALIZE RIGHT AWAY……
THIS LEADING ROLE THEY ARE ASKED TO PLAY……
BUT WITH THIS CHILD SENT FROM ABOVE
COMES STRONGER FAITH AND RICHER LOVE……
AND SOON THEY WILL KNOW THE PRIVILEGE GIVEN……
IN CARING FOR THIS GIFT FROM HEAVEN……
THIS PRECIOUS CHILD SO MEEK AND MILD……
IS HEAVEN’S VERY SPECIAL CHILD……

Answer 2

We were on our way to visit an institution in 1954 with our three daughters: Mary, twelve, Joan nine, and Ruth, eighteen months old…Because of little Ruth, handicapped since birth, we were making this sad and silent trip….We had been advised to place her in a special home….


“It will be less of a burden,” “Ruth will be better off with children like herself,” “Your other children will have a home free of the care of a disabled person…”

To break the silence, I flipped on the car radio and heard the voice of a former classmate… I remembered him as a boy without legs…He was now president of an organization employing persons who are disabled...

He told of his childhood and of a conversation with his mother… “When it was time for another handicapped child to be born,” his mother explained, “the Lord and his counselors held a meeting to decide where he should be sent….where there would be a family to love him. Well, our family was chosen…”

At this, my wife Edna leaned over and turned off the radio, her eyes shining with unshed tears… “Let’s go home, “she said...

I touched Ruth’s tiny face...She looked like a beautiful symbol of innocence….

I knew at that moment Ruth was given to us for a purpose…How miraculous it was that the voice of a friend, with whom I’d had no contact for twenty years, should that day speak to me….Mere coincidence? Or was it God’s unseen hand helping us hold on to a little girl who would enrich our lives immeasurably in the years that followed?

That night, Edna awoke at three o’clock in the morning with thoughts that demanded to be written… A pad was on the night table, and in the morning we pieced her notes together into the poem, “Heaven’s Very Special Child.”:


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