Beautifully Confused

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.