Blue is his name, not
his face
He loves to play
All by himself
Because he can’t make
sense of the world.
Blue is his sky, holding
the rain and sun
Yet painting a rainbow
In every hour
Making his life so magical.
Blue is his birth, on
this earth
Ceating new meaning
Without emotions
Showing his love so
special.
Blue is his trait, not
afraid
Communicates
indifferently
Repeatedly
Because the world can’t
make sense of him.
Dedicating to the pupils whom I work with,
Very insightful! I have had the wonderful opportunity to have many of these angels in my classroom. Challenging as well as rewarding. Blessing to you. https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. Very supportive of you. And yes, they are a blessing in disguise.
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