I Wrote A Poem Today...

My Son Has Autism

By Lisa Armstrong

I know that you’re still in there,

I feel it in my breath.

When I speak your name,

Even though it seems you have left.

Your gaze is so far away,

But, I take your hands and plea.

That soon you’ll find me,

You’ll find me and you'll see.

I play our conversations,

In the car and in your room.

The ones I’ve dreamed we’d have,

When you were in the womb.

The spelling bees you’ve aced,

The girls that you have chased.

All of those times I’ve begged you,

To not live life in haste.

The football games,

And oh yes, the driving test.

The $5.00 for every “A”

The way you’d smile at me when I’d come to watch you play.

Then you squeeze my hands,

And your eyes smile at me…

And I see…

Your right there whispering underneath…

Always Undertstand That I’m Still Me.