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A poem for my autistic nephew...

How was your day?  Questions unasked.
Happy or sad?  You're wearing a mask.

When your feelings are hurt, the words will not form.
Expressions blown away within a raging storm.

It churns and strengthens inside of your head.
Tossing and turning in an unkempt bed.

Seeking understanding, but it won't come from my words.
I got a boo boo today, and it really hurt!

Could I tell you in colors or hum you the tune?
When can I tell you Mommy?  Soon?

I don't mean to get mad, I'm angered by my voice.
It won't come out!  I have no choice!

Communication lost, I'll put on a smile.
Two words could I speak?  Like swimming the Nile!

Your actions are your words, subtly shown.
Your mind stands still as this boy has grown.

Today I tripped and hurt my toe.
Something that you will never know.

I cried cause it hurt, but not so bad.
Failure to tell you makes me mad.

If there were colors for feelings, then, you would know.
No longer hindered, I continue to grow.

We'd have conversations of pink and grey.
For an understanding which I can't even pray.

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