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"M&M's turned 75!", my son tells the cashier at Walgreen's. He doesn't know her, but with contagious excitement, she smiles and says, "Oh, really! Wow!". He see's this as an invitation to pepper her for knowledge of M&M's, which she is not an encyclopedia on the subject. Yes, most young children do this to random strangers, but my son is 19, and 6'2". He begins the morning knocking on each neighbor's door to show them his silver metal he and his team earned yesterday at state games for softball. My son is a unique color on the autism rainbow. Because of this, he doesn't fit into any basic 2 categories, low and high, as one athlete on the high category explained to me. Low, it is understood, are treated with "kid gloves", taken care of, helped, forgiven for behavior, accepted. High is acting more their biological age, independent, expected to understand their actions, control themselves, can integrate with typicals, and be accepted. Then there are the middles. They are expected to act their age, even if it's mentally 12 years younger then their biological age. They tell jokes they don't understand, and if they aren't accepted, may continue telling it until it's annoying to everyone around them. They latch onto a subject and don't let it go until they are done, or given a new subject. When they don't get what they want, they get upset. They don't understand why it can't happen the way they made it up in their mind. They interrupt because if they don't get their idea's out, their mind, and body, will explode. It's not fair. Black and white. Good and bad. Up or down. To them their is no middle. But they live the middle.

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Heartbeat

Been gone more years than I was there. 
From this sleepy little town.
Where my childhood memories play hide and seek in my mind.
The creek has forgotten my face.
And climbing tree doesn’t know my touch.

My face marblized with lines.
A few hairs match the drifting snow of winter.
I’ve come home.

Not the warm hearth homecoming,
From a hallmark movie.
But a stranger among strange faces.
New generations, new residents,
Who deserves a friendlier greeting than I.

This journey is for life.
To hear the drum circle beat.
A steady rhythm,
That gives life.

Everything is the same, yet everything is different.
New shops with worn out awning,
Paved road that once were dirt. 
The little house which held my wishes and fears,
Now collects dreams of others.
It’s not home.

Home was where dreams were possible,
Energy was flowing out of the garden hose, 
And drank all summer.
It’s where your Dad was strong,
And could fix anything.
Mom was your everything.
You were going to be just like her.
That was home.

This is a dark, grey place,
Unfamiliar to your heart.
With memories as your map.
Your school mates are grandparents,
And not enough coffee in the pot,
To share your last 28 years.

Home is where time reminds you,
It never stops.
And your parents got older,
You have gotten wiser,
And you pray the drum beat won’t stop.

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She Is Love

She is a good girl.
She is a kind girl..
She is smart.
She is 17.
She is ostracized because she doesn't have your religion.

Division of church and state.
Division of church and school.
Division of friend and friend.
Her beliefs aren't your beliefs, or are they.
She doesn't know.
She's only 17.

Did Jesus say only love those who agree with your church?
Take friend from friend if she isn't washed in your water?
Take his body and blood in her body?
Give her heart to him.
Doesn't she have free will?
What would Jesus do?
What would he say?

She is a good girl.
She has high morals.
She wants to dedicate her life to helping others.
She volunteers with the special needs community.
She is not accepted by your family because there are questions she wants to answer.
Research to do.

Religion, to her, isn't about what her family makes her believe.
It's not about hating others.
Saying you are a christian, and then lying, cheating, hurting, fearing.

She will find her own way.
Religion is about love.
Life is about love.

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Baby Baba

Baby Baba

Wake up to Baby Baba,
He said every morning.
More like a lion than a lamb.
I tumble out of bed.
Oatmeal on the stove,
Brown sugar surpasses oatmeal,
You don't mind.

Your heart so big,
Hands so strong.
Two jobs at times,
To give us what we need.
Hard work is what we learned.
Being a protective mom and daughter is what I am.

Your heart is so big,
Too big for your body.
Blood flowing too fast.
The doctor says surgery.
To give you more time,
For you, for me, for your family.
The waves come and go,
The sun rises and sets,
Everyone goes on with their lives.
My world has stopped.
To think of it without you.
The stars will be there every night.
Will you be looking at them too?

The heart in my chest,
Beats harder, stronger, faster.
To ease yours a bit.
Murmur, they say.
Cardiologist, he's called.
Echo, EKG, give it to me!
Just let me see my dad again!

You are important to us.
To teach us, to love us.
Say good night, Baby Baba.
But...
After surgery,
Say Good morning!

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Friends Don'T Hurt

Why don't they like me for who I am?
I try to be like them, talk like them, dress like them.
They make fun of me when I get excited.
And laugh at me to my face.
I just want friends to accept me for who I am.
Not for being who I think they want me to be.
It hurts when I can't control myself, and do things they don't approve of. 
Why do I get in trouble, they told me to do it, and laughed.
They tell me what to do, and I get mixed up in my head, because you told me not to.
But they are my friends.
I have to so they will like me.
But they don't like me.
Friends don't laugh at you.
Friends don't hurt you.

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Until

Until you know them, you have nothing to say.
Until you wake them every morning,
Put them to bed at night,
Feed them before yourself,
Are there for them when they are sick,
Care for them when you are sick, you have nothing to say.
Until you see them, you have nothing to say.
Until you drive them to practice,
Have their uniforms, equipment, scripts ready,
In the rain, in the heat,
Every practice, every game, every play, 
Every year, you have nothing to say.
Until you help them, you have nothing to say.
Until you harass them about homework,
Day after day.
Read reports, essays, thesis after thesis,
Stay up studying,
Encourage them before the big test,
Hold them when the grade isn't the highest.
Push them to be their best,
For their future, you have nothing to say.
Until you support them, you have nothing to say.
Sit through all I.E.P.'s,
Talk to teacher's, principals, behavior therapists, 
Hear the negative, and positive,
Knowing they aren't a reflection of you,
Hoping they will be the positive you instill in them.
Feeling the teams eyes of scorn or pity on you.
More paperwork, more behavior plans, more hope,
Same results, you have nothing to say.
Until you worry, you have nothing to say.
When you stay up at night praying for scholarships for college,
Praying for a good day at school.
Wishing they saw the beauty in themselves you see,
Tears when they aren't accepted by peers.
Not knowing what comes after 22,
Scared of them leaving the nest,
Knowing he will never leave home.
Wondering what will happen when I'm gone, you have nothing to say.
Until you love them deeply, you have nothing to say.
They are your everything!
You will do anything for them!
The good days and bad ones.
Until they are your universe, you have nothing to say!

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Does It Bother Her

You chose to go,
I don't beg you to stay.
Your old enough now
To fly away.

The decisions you make,
Are all your own.
Please remember, my darling,
Your never alone.

From the day you were born,
You were all mine.
I raised you, educated you,
You're going to do fine.

The apple is shiny, round, and red,
Take a bite, take two,
It's all for you, they said.
And you did.

You grew up with half,
Sometimes a third.
He always loves you,
even when being a turd.

This isn't good enough for you,
Ohana in a hurricane can be a pain.
Love can't buy everything,
And I see you wain. 

In each hurricane is an eye,
The eye is our heart.
You are his Shilo,
The bond will never part.

When you sit in the red keep,
Riding glass carriages in the sky.
Remember our cart has held you this long,
And I've always believed you will fly.

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Block

You were once here.
Giving each other support through the years
We knew our boundries
Gave each other space

Distance didn't deter us
We continued where we left off.
You see me
I see you

In the years we have changed
Our lives moved forward
Friendship is blind

Didn't I see it?
My burden to carry
Was it real for you?
It was for me.

But you were my drug
You hurt me
Did I know you?
Maybe so, but closed my eyes

Did I not support you
Agree with you
Comfort you
There for you

I told you my secrets
You told them to others
The destruction began
When I opened my eyes

To look into each person's eyes
Your family
Your friends
Do they look through their eyes at me during my worst times

I choke now on the secrets I spoke to you
Gag on the trust given freely
Ashamed for doing it again and again
Hollow knowing that trust and friendship don't go together

You turned me into a gossiping school girl
Eye for an eye
Spill my secrets, I'll spill yours
But I have honor

With this I put the needle and spoon down
Not waiting for you to spin it to my fault
You became a wisp of a memory
Fading away

Best Poems Written by Eliza Draven

Hey Ma Look What I Can Do

Life In Acts

The Middles

Heartbeat

She Is Love

Baby Baba

Friends Don'T Hurt

Until

Does It Bother Her

Block