"Look at what I made!"
Little Sue exclaimed
She held up a drawing
One so fine
With greens and blues
It was worth her time
But she didn't like it
She looked down at it
And she simply said
"I don't like it."
Her mother cried and cried
But little Sue had no tears in her eyes
She said "mother, no need to cry."
"It is just a drawing."
"Yes, sue, I am aware, but you need to appreciate what you can do."
One may ask why her mother was upset,
It was because she couldn't.
You see, she had no hands.
The one and only mother that little Sue had
Was fading slowly.
Her hopes and dreams were crushed
By the black shadows that roamed in her mind
Her clothes were always torn,
Her hair was never up or brushed
Because she couldn't reach
Reach for the stars
Reach for her goals
Reach for help
Reach for someone.
Reach
Reach
Reach.
