Daft they said

[Keith]

The other children took their fun,
father drunk his muted son.
His twisted mouth could only mumble,
his grotesque body stood to stumble.

A young boy lost "his mind has gone"
destiny fixed to ramble on,
Mother cared no one knew
his foot could write when it was two.

A gracious mind with slight control,
no hand could wave or leg stroll,
words to chalk from toe to page,
poems ripped from inside the cage.