Rusty was born in New York and has cerebral palsy (triplegia), mixed seizure disorder and is profoundly mentally challenged. He became my second adopted son and has had many life threatening medical challenges. Rusty lives in a group home in San Jose and attends a day program for developmentally delayed adults.
I found the poem I wrote many, many years ago about Rusty. This was after he had been extremely ill and it was questionable that I would be able to keep him. You can read more how Rusty joined my family in my newly published book “Derek”.
Rusty, my boy, you now are my son.
How many obstacles you have won!
We do not know what you understand
And sometimes you’re off to another land.
You were just three when you came to me
From your loving foster family.
Sad was their day when I took you away,
Your care became too great – you could not stay.
I wish the medicine routine could stop!
So you’d be alert, cheerful, and bright as a top.
On the other hand, thank God you can chew
Or I’d never, no never, get them into you.
When you don’t want to sit on the chair anymore,
You squirm and slide KABOOM to the floor.
Then you roll and roll as free as you please
And brother Derek you pester and tease.
You’re a contortionist – foot to your ear.
Your crazy right leg whacks anything near.
Your long arm can reach unreachable things
But, oh, when you smile, my heart truly sings.
When you’re feeling good, you eat anything
From cheese and pudding to your own shoe string!
Your liquid brown eyes squint and sparkle with glee.
I love your half-hug accompanied by EEEEEEEE…..
We had a rough time getting off to a start,
But you’ve won a special place in my heart.
Closer and closer we grow day by day,
Rusty, I love you; you’re here now to stay.