When I was in my young growing years
My heart shed many silent tears
I was sister to my brother 3 years older than me
But sadly everyone thought he was three
I was his teacher in doing what he was not able
He looked up to me as his guardian angel
He rode but hated that little yellow bus
The one that able kids used to cuss
His heart was scared by their funny remarks
But I thought him how to sing like a meadowlark
Now that I am grown and he is a special angel true
I thank the Lord I was able to see him through
This Poem, I dedicate to Thomas
in reply to his dedication to me with his inspiring poem
"ADHD, DYSLEXIA,CAN THESE PEOPLE WRITE?" "IN HONOR OF MISTYMOON'S"
Thank-you Thomas for the compassion you have for others
and the courage to inspire others with knowledge that is
truly important in living a life of quality with peace of mind
in heart body and soul.
`You are truly blessed, we thank God for bringing you into our lives.
If my brother was still here, he would have loved you and be honored
to go fishing with you!
I know you would have been honored also!!
`
For true inspiration on how to walk on this earth with pride and humility,
Please visit Thomas Samoth's Site by clicking here:
`THOMAS SAMOTH POETRY SITE`
This song playing, was my brother's favorite, and he sang it whenever he was distressed over funny remarks made about or at him by those with no compassion or understanding in the special needs of others..
God Bless His soul, and all others in the same `yellow submarine`!
