Why am I different?

Roses among the thorns

"Why am I different?"
I heard a child ask
"Why can't I be like my friends?"
"Why do I see things that they can't see?"
"Why can't they hear what I hear?"

"It's because you're special"
I heard the mother say
"You are special and sensitive dear, and that's why you see things that others can't see
And that's why, when they don't, you hear"
"But why can't I be like the others?"
The child asked
Her eyes filled with tears and she cried

"You are blessed with more feeling
You are blessed with more sight
And sometimes you are blessed, my dear child, from above
You are special, my child, and your heart is filled up
With more love"

I just had to help her and so I said
"Remember, dear child, when days feel dark
That people don't like us sometimes, when we are different
But don't be upset
You will learn to adjust and adapt"

"Don't ever regret that you are different, dear child
And when you are older you will find
These gifts are so helpful
If you use them with love
And as you grow older and wiser
You really will be pleased, so pleased with these gifts from above"

The child and the mother smiled at me
And we walked around the lake together
Because we knew that, although we are different
We are not alone.