Being Special

I see it in his face
Gazing out the window at strangers
Giving out unsolicited smiles
Hoping to get one in return
Forced or natural, it hardly matters.

When I was much younger
And then this morning too,
In the midst of praying for world peace
and an end to neo natal deaths
I yearn it too.

It didnt matter that he feels it
And hears it daily
From an adoring ma and pa,
In the loving touches and hugs
Words softly spoken with gaiety.

He needs it still more
From someone who didn't have to know him

Let someone who doesn't love him

Wave back and smile hesitantly

At the little boy gawking expectantly.

Then like a million tiny bulbs

I see his face lights up

In him, I see me

As he revel in those moments

Of being special.