April 2nd, 2025 National Autism Day
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| Our Boy at 16 months old in Tablisi. |
You were almost three
I’d watch you breathe
When you collapsed
Under the weight of
Your busy world
That zoomed and swirled around you
Kicking off all shoes
Dumping out my boxes, Papa’s boxes, your boxes, our boxes
To sit in an empty box
And stare at or study
The rest of your surroundings
You were quiet
Not a word of your own
Lots of borrowed words
Dr. Suess, Silverstien, and Shakespeare
Were favorites along with
Little Bear, Frog and Toad, Mr. Lunch,
and Not a Box!
Every person you encountered and heard any recitation
Was memorized exclaiming, “He is so smart!”
We loved the recitations
You got across what you wanted by those borrowed stories
A language all your own
Yet, I longed to hear you want something
That you could ask for
On your own
The doctors called it autism
And said you might not get beyond the recitations
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| Our Young Man at 19, Mariners game. |
Those stories and poems primed the pump
Of words and opinions, you have grown into
Up, up, up past all those borrowed words
You have found a deep well of your own
Autism fuels the depths of thoughts
As the words flow and overflow
About all you know
You are grown and have grown
It fills my mother’s heart
How you show how much
You love us and the world that zig zags around you
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