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.
|Baby could only sleep if tightly wrapped and head was supported|
|Baby Ti Luc with Dickie|
|Being looked after by HATS security so Mama Karen could shower|
|My baby boy|
|My little Aunt Jemima boy|
|Loves his play chair|
|Mama Karen’s happy little guy|
|Ti Luc being treated for asthma at hospital|
|Ti Luc with friend Lynn|
|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’.