POETRY SPACE
THE MIRACLE WORKER By; Rev. Harold Wilson
My name is Billy I am three my eyes are swollen I can not see My legs are numb my heart is weak I'm only a child still small and meek At Christmas time instead of being glad tears do fall my family is sad No gifts, no packages not even a tree they sit and pray for me to see Kisses, hugs, and loving too bring many hopes that are bright and new While the kin is fast asleep, from downstairs there comes a peep Once, twice, over again I heard downstairs a little man He came upstairs sat on my bed kissed my cheek and softly said Dear Billy you're special so dear to my heart with your soul I will never part Tomorrow will be new all will be kind all will be clear within your mind Now Billy, dear boy soar like a kite have pleasant dreams and to you goodnight Christmas has come the sun shines bright who was that man with me last night Billy sat up and with a yell opened his eyes and said I'm well, I'm well My name is Billy I am three my eyes are better I can see My legs are strong no more I weep who was that man in my sleep Mommy, Daddy do come here they heard the noise and came in fear. They stopped in amazement also in glee his mother cried my little Billy can see They hugged him, kissed him held him near then set him down and said in his ear Billy, Billy you can see how did this happen whatever did be? From this day on Billy led a full life but still who was the man in the night? Someday, somewhere you will see the miracle worker sent to me
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