Children Of Miraculous Color
My child was born as a miracle in its time
Each day its color was different but I knew it was mine.
On the day of its birth with curly hair and a face of black
Ten fingers, ten toes and everything else, was all intact.
This child could smile like no one else I have ever seen before
It was as the touch of an angel who would open many a door.
There is much, much more that I could tell.
But I must go and change it; for you remember the cry and yell.
This child is a boy who can make dreams come true
Out of goodness and intellect as a reality for me and you.
How dare we interfere with its life and remove even a speck of joy
This small child with the gene of kings even tho just a boy.
Too often we offer a sacrifice with incense across the altar
Believe me this child to man; will save many and never falter.
We should be thankful for this child as with all the others
Gene into genes; as sisters and brothers.
10-04-05 Aho Speaks