Mea Culpa

Last night I heard you
through the walls
crying
and muttering some
It broke my heart

I had forgotten for a moment

Your world is not ours
your understanding
different
confusion is the normal state
it breaks your heart

I had forgotten for a moment

You have been doing so well
making new friends
independent
like everyone else
It healed my heart

I had forgotten for a moment

Life is still overwhelming
and the little things
trigger
major reactions
that break our hearts

I had forgotten for a moment

You still need me to show you
how to express emotion
guiding 
through turmoil
of a broken heart

I had forgotten for a moment

Mea culpa
je mi lito
lo siento
I’m sorry

Jscervenka 5/12/15

je mi lito= I'm sorry (Czech)
lo siento= I'm sorry (Spanish)

Written a week or so ago for my son with high functioning autism.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Dome Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 12:40 PM
I found this excellent write very moving, and full of love from a caring loving mother to her son.Also sad. sometime we all overlook what seem little things, that to another are much bigger. He is so lucky to have such a clearly caring mother; I was deeply moved by this. my best wishes. thank you for commenting on my poem. take good care. Pete,
Cervenka Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 3:09 PM
Thanks so much Pete for such a kind note.~Jan
Muideen Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 12:38 PM
Excellent write ma, thank you for shared this beautiful piece to show your Son you are sorry...........7!.........);Afolabi.
Cervenka Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 3:09 PM
Thanks you for stopping by Afolabi! =-)
Brian Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 10:54 AM
Your poem struck a chord, I have a special needs son as well. Thankyou for sharing.
Cervenka Avatar
May 20, 2015 at 11:16 AM
Sometimes things seem so "normal" at least our normal, that I forget the little things that can be big.
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