Autistic Son

About my son

 

At dusk she slumps with the sun 
struggling to solve her puzzle,
the flush of excitement
waning with the moon.
 
His eyes avoid her gaze.
Words are locked inside;
she cannot find the key.
Thrust into a tempest
branches are  buffeted
until she collapses, broken.
Yet, deep roots support her.
 
Peering though brume
she sees a smile, hears humming.
Stretching to grasp the core
enveloped by warmth 
as the sun rises.

© capricorn 2020
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Mikeverdi

This is excellent, my sister was a teacher at an autistic group attached to a school; she also adopted a young boy, now an adult. This all sounds familiar to me. My admiration for those that struggle with this is unbound. Great piece of writing.
Mike

TheRecluse

Yes, very insightful writing that can only come from personal experience, sets going a lot of afterthought with regard to the effect of this situation can have on someone near, captures the feelings and frustrations of the relationship. Skilled poetry.
Trevor

TheRecluse

While highlighted, you could too, click on “indent right” three times to move the body of the work more to the right away from the left edge. Indent right or left are the symbols on the bottom toolbar row after “font sizes”, choose the one with the right pointing arrow and click three times. And also enter two spacings down from the poem and place a dot to keep the spacing after updating. You don’t want those two blue symbols so close to the end of the work.

Shackleton

I have a severely autistic son and can fully relate. He’s now a tall adult who requires one to one support and has lived a very good life in a care home for the last 13 years. I caught the highs and lows of it all in your poem. Hold on tight now.

Sweetwater

I have no experience of autistic children, but I did love your poem. Sue.

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