A Poem for My Boy... » Hands Across the Sea (HATS-Haiti)

This blog is a poem…(one of several poems) that was written last summer by a man, Max Osmond, from my home town in Springdale, Newfoundland. He knew a little about the story of Ti Luc and how I was told to throw him away as he would never walk, never talk, never learn anything etc, etc.

I have been rereading them and want to share this one with you.

He was just a babe

Born crippled and lame

No one wanted him

Then a lady came

Baby could only sleep if tightly wrapped and head was supported

And the lady said

Don’t throw him away

I’ll take him home

With me he can stay

Baby Ti Luc with Dickie

But he is no good

Like this he’ll always be

Give that baby to me please

About that God will see

Being looked after by HATS security so Mama Karen could shower

The physician said

The boy will never talk

He will be paralyzed

He will never walk.

My baby boy

Don’t ever say that

Never again please

She took that little boy

Fell before God upon her knees

My little Aunt Jemima boy

She said

God, I believe

That he will do fine

When I receive

I believe

He will talk

I believe

He will walk

Loves his play chair

I believe

That some day

He will be a leader

About this I pray

He will die they said

If left alone

Lord, I take him

Now for my own

Today I take

This little child I receive

To be my son

Lord, in you I believe.

Mama Karen’s happy little guy

There were struggles

Along the way

Couldn’t get through

If did not pray

Ti Luc being treated for asthma at hospital

Born crippled

A boy so small

But God would get him

Through it all

Could not suck

With an eye dropper fed

By adopted mom

And Jesus led

Thank you Jesus

For this life you give

I promise you

This boy will live

Ti Luc with friend Lynn

It would be a struggle

This lady knew

But with Jesus’ help

They would get through

Loved sitting in basin seeing himself

Wants to drive Papa Luckner’s motorcycle

TiLuc is now 10. He has CP but he is very active. He is bright, does his school work with his feet, using blackboard, ipad and laptop. He is funny and loves to play pranks, enjoys playing soccer, is a sensitive, caring and helpful boy, does well in school, loves Canada and is now a Canadian citizen. He is indeed a special child and I am blessed and proud to call him ‘son’.

~Karen