Trisomy, first published by blood moon POETRY, relates to the inner growth I experienced after giving birth to my youngest child, who has Down syndrome (Trisomy 21).
When I was pregnant for this special child, my maternal-fetal specialist told me that, if more people made our choice to let our baby live (not abort), our communities would enjoy the love of many more people with Down syndrome.
My son is beautiful, has taught me much, and I cherish how I’ve grown because of knowing him. Every life has its challenges, and it’s not always easy, but I cannot imagine my soul journeying down any other path. I’m blessed to be right here…
Trisomy I swallowed the moon on the night you were born so reflections of you would guide my way, Son. I was afraid, so afraid, but, for love of you, I embraced my tears in my world gone dark by stereotypical fears, the senseless kind that bound me. Your eyes untied me. Your voice unwound me. While I lay with you at my breast, Son, the moon shone bright. Now I ponder my light as it shimmers in my wake. Beautiful, so beautiful beneath a blanket of stars. You brought me here, Son, to this place where I radiate love. Ann Garcia
Do you love someone who has Down syndrome? Or do you love someone who is extra special in a different way? If so, I’d love to hear some happy words about your experience. I’ve turned off like buttons because I prefer positive interaction, so feel free to comment below!
Happy World Down Syndrome Day and World Poetry Day!