And accepted him as he was                         

My disabled son                                                            

A unique part of our family

Wheeled everywhere in his wheelchair

He had a simple dimpled smile

And large bright eyes                                                                             

Only using his left hand                                             

In a happy mood he hopped from one foot to the other

Always proud to move around

When angry he acted like he was crazy                                                                      

With a blur of tears in his eyes         

For eleven years                                                                                              

Never gave up making him happy

Sweeter memories surface first  

Like cream rising on top                                                                 

Then some sad memories                                                           

He was eleven years                                                                   

When things began to change                                            

At eleven every movement stopped                                                    

In a comma, he passed on

At eleven he left

Went to a better place

His body and his face as beautiful as can be

Nothing can hurt him now

Everything stopped at eleven

Our efforts and our strengths

Went as far as eleven years