TO TELL ME - a poem

He was a man, this I knew;
The visitor with Down Syndrome;
A vital human being inside his handicap.
Though his eyes separately roamed
And his thoughts were all scrambled
He had an urgent message.
I listened to him intently
He hoped I could understand.
I did not lsugh; made no assumptions
Like his affliction was some kind of joke.
But clearly it was vitally important
And his eyes went everywhere
And he struggled, mouth wide open,
Trying hard to form words into an idea
Telling me and telling me
As I sat and let him work it out.
The visit was short and I felt
Honored that he wished to speak to me.
Yet this intense child was a sea of feelings
An ocean of urgent ideas trying to get out
Not entirely unlike me.