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Asperger's Child

Some say you're not quite whole,
But I know better, Angel Child.
You live in a place all your own,
Free, unhinged, sometimes wild.

In precious moments you let me in
And I am stunned by what I see.
Purple trees and butterfly bees
And things I thought couldn't be.

You tell me of other wonders
In a voice so sweet I nearly weep—
Of Daisy Lou, a lizard that's blue,
And of mice that sing you to sleep.

Then abruptly your voice changes
And your look seems far away.
I have become a stranger to you;
You have said all you want to say.

I understand the pattern too well;
You have gone where I can't go.
You dwell there often, Angel Child,
It's where you're wholly whole.

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  1. Date: 10/21/2014 5:51:00 PM

    I have a special friend's son with asperger,the more I know him the more I can see why He choses to go in that world..Must be a beautiful one ..much more beautiful than mine where only the purest of souls and most honest hearts can linger..This poem misted my eyes..Going to my favourites.
  1. Date: 10/21/2014 5:24:00 PM

    Oh Paul what an incredible insight into the world of a child affected with Asperger's Syndrome! For the past 14 years I have been working with high school students with this condition ... I learn more and more every day about living in 'their world' - its a favourite and a 7 for me:-) hugs Jan xxx

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