A poem about my autistc son. |
My son is joy bright bursting energy, he looks at me, this is the best day it can be. He smiles and ask for a hug, Mom, I love you, thanks for everything you do. My son is angry, he doesn't understand why. I am not listening? Impatiently he explodes and whines. I tell him no. I try to get him to let go. He starts to scream. He grabs me, he is out of control. I eventually get through. My son is sad. His life is crushed, he cries about what he could have had; heart wrenching sobs of remorse. My son feels wrong. He tells me to take away everything, he doesn't belong. He cries; I don't deserve to be happy. Sometimes even to live. He lies on his bed in a ball. He has no more tears to give. My son wants a hug. He tells me he is sorry, his eyes ask; forgive me let it be. Mom, I love you. Brandon doesn't understand why he has all these emotions inside. Most times hardly remembers. Sometimes wants to hide. Brandon's like a summer's day. Sunny and warm, then suddenly comes a cloud. A drenching rain storm, then it slowly stops. The clouds drift away and out comes the rainbow. The son's rays only delayed. |