I wrote this poem for my fourteen year old son (in May 2005), who has PDD (Pervasive Developmental Disorder- a form of Autism). My son is high functioning, but there are times it is a real struggle to cope with as I watch him grow into a man who has trouble dealing with this world. His favourite colour is yellow, but true yellow seemed way too bright, so I'm using a little less bright yellow. His new born, thirteen years, and fourteen years in the above pictures. He made the one in the middle for me Christmas 2004- he tried to stretch himself to look like a fat Santa. lol Gotta love him! :) Now I need to write something for my older son.
The Child I Love
The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There's something different about him
He's not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he's not fully in ours
But only physically
Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise
This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his
That will never be
For it seems he can't be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he'll seek out this world
Maybe one day
He'll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me
Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him
Maybe one day
We can share each other's joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him
© Mriana 2005
