My Son
My Son
My son will never grow up.
He will be forever young.
The room he lives in is small.
That is okay,
it fits his needs.
The house he lives in
is not large at all.
That is okay.
It is in a nice neighborhood,
with kind people all around.
His life is full of every...day...
He draws colorful pictures
and watches programs,
he loves on the TV.
My son is not a child,
but he will be a child...
his whole life.
Autism has stolen his manhood.
It has taken the dreams of tomorrow
and made them still as stone.
My son is big and strong,
and trapped forever.
Yet, my son is always happy to see me,
or go places with me when I drop by.
His smile lights the world,
and the world is made a better place,
for his smile.
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