as she stumbles t’wards her destiny

She lives in a group home on Machray Avenue;
A stone’s throw from the city’s Main Street.
She has a cute, little, shaved, and soft, round head
And a smile for all those she would meet.

Sometimes she took things a little too far
For attention and the love that she sought.
Medication was blamed, or her ADHD
Whenever she did what she ought not.

Once she has learned to accept her own part,
And the love many want to bequeath,
Maybe she’ll start to discover her way;
What it means for her, truly, to breath.

Gifts and talents she has that could light up her path
On a road that is narrow but free;
May she find all the grace in herself and her friends,
As she stumbles t’wards her Destiny.