Chrysalis Child.

************************************
Somewhere in the misty dawn,
Are special children being born,
They look the same as all the rest,
For them though life will be a test.

************************************
These children bear a special gift,
Which they'll use to jump the rift ,
That stands between the human race,
And we could not look in their face.

************************************
For they emerge not quite the same,
And do not play the same old game,
They change lives and they must,
Leave the old ones in the dust.

************************************
But they're us and we're them,
And its unfair to condemn,
They harm no one and try to heal,
By being by themselves so real.

************************************
It's their rebirth that makes them new,
That's what makes them strange to you,
But they play a golden part,
And feel as if its just the start.

************************************
It can take months or maybe years,
Depending on how deaf the ears,
To save the hurt that life can bring,
By understanding it's their thing.

************************************
One you could find not so far,
Shining like a little star.
Because the changes can be wild,
In a pretty Chrysalis Child.

***********************************

Thanxxx, Natalie,
for your beautiful gift, and for being the generous angel you are.

Linda
Sabina
XXXXXX