Perhaps
She can’t ride a bike or scramble up the stairs
But
She can find delight in her little swing
As the wind gently flutters her hair.
Perhaps
She can’t squeal at the antics of Big Bird
Or Captain Kangaroo
But
She can appreciate the little things
Even more than me and you.
Perhaps
She doesn’t see the lively world
That bustles all around her
But
She can see the beauty and wonder
In one small flower.
Perhaps
She seems not to hear or understand
What we all are saying
But
She somehow knows, I think
How many hearts are praying.
Perhaps
Her life can teach we teachers
That in less time than an hour
We can forget the feel of the wind
Or the beauty of one small flower.
But
However few her talents are
For great scholastic feats
She brings out love in all of us
Her smile is life’s greatest treat.
-by Kathy Hunter
Copyright 1985