Poor Little Thing

Poor Little Thing

I brought Jacob home from yet another surgery -
my paraplegic, now possibly retarded child.
My mother-in-law took him from me
to show her friend
who commented on how pretty he was -
thought he looked normal enough, too.

My father-in-law said,
"Yea, but you wouldn't believe
the problems this poor little guy is gonna have".
I know they love their grandson
in a special way because he is handicapped,
they love him even more - it wasn't a cruel remark.

But for me - it was like hitting a brick wall at 60 miles an hour.

Pity.

He can't grow up hearing that kind of shit.
.