A LINE ACROSS HIS HAND
by Deborah L. Sardone
In memory of Rene and Rita Marcott


The day my son was born the sun shone in the sky
My life would change forever and heres the reason why
You see my son is different, things did not go as we planned
For my son was born with a line across his hand

A line across his hand
A line across his hand
Things did not go as we planned
Because of the line across his hand.

They said that he would be slow too learn and never read or write.
But when he took his first steps  it was a special night.
They said hed never be a man and always be a burden
But hed show them wrong, it was the one thing I was certain

A line across his hand
A line across his hand
When his hands held in mine
I cant see that line across his hand

Oh how very  hard  it was to learn to tie his shoe
There were days we thought it was something hed never ever do
But then one day he made the bow up right and neat
Oh, his life aint always easy but his victories are sweet

A  line across his hand
A line across his hand
That shoe  lace didnt care
there was a line across his hand

I always dreamed wed play with a baseball and a bat
but in our life together we jog the High School track.
There are many things  that he can do and things that he can not.
Hes much more than the sum total of the syndrome that hes got.

A line across his hand
A line across his hand
Dont judge who he is by
that line across his hand.

If I had the power to change his life Im not sure what Id do
But his life has been a blessing tho Ive shed a tear or two
I love my son more then I believed all those years ago
I guess in  this life we do reap what we do sow

A line across his hand
A line across his hand
Doesnt change the love you feel in side
that line across his hand

Now my son is grown and holds a job and has a lady friend
He is proud and kind this message I will send

A line across his hand
A line across his hand
They were wrong, I know that now
this boy of mines a man