At Three You See.

At three
you can see
disability.

At three
it’s easy to see
the lag.

At three
there is no passing
as younger.

Don’t ask don’t tell
what the hell

she’s well.
She’s, well….
She’s swell.

At three
she can see
more
do
more
be more
of herself.

We work more
think more
encourage more

So that she can be all that she can be at three; find her spirit at three; discover ways to be free.

But she won’t be

likely

free.

She has been

robbed and trapped.

Fight the Rett beast

keep up the might

bright

girl whom we love so.