by Krista Tannahill

  We are all different
And it is plain to see
That no one looks
Like you or me

We all have two ears
Two eyes and a nose
We all have hair
That shines and grows

But there are some things
That make us unique
Like the color of our eyes
Or the size of our feet

Do you have big dimples?
Or chubby cheeks?
Do you have freckles?
Are you missing some teeth?

Well . . .

I have a birthmark
And it is right on my face
It won’t wash away
And it stays in its place

The birthmark doesn’t hurt
Or cause me pain
It is my own little mark
Called a Port Wine Stain

The Port Wine Stain
It colors my skin
It sits over my eye
And there’s a spec on my chin

The mark is red
And it does not fade
It does not spread
Or go away

It is not a bruise
It is not a sore
It is a KISS from God
And so much more

It makes me special
Just like you
Because you are special
In your own way too

Isn’t it wonderful?
To be yourself
To be one of a kind
Like no one else?


Copyright 2004 Krista Tannahill

  Clae was 2 years, 2 months and 2 days old when he died.

The numbers 2.2.2 have become very significant to us and this image.

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