My boy of nine,
is surviving just fine.
Despite the label put on him,
he smiles and shines.
He enjoys the frolic too,
Yes,he stares,
but when he is interested.
He cries and shouts
When he is angry and disgusted.
Above all,He allows me to hug often
and hugs back a lot…
Doesn’t matter,Autism or not,
He will remain my son,a loving tiny tot.
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A very moving and life-affirming work ; thanks for sharing !!
I am touched by this great poem dear Nalini.Great soul under care of another great soul.
Thanks a ton Louis Kasatkin and Pramila khadun.yours words of appreciation mean a lot
Beautiful poem, Nalini. Touched.