Silent Son

I think in only pictures and fight for every word I babble songs and stories and dream I will be heard. My little toys I line up, In a big parade. I spin and dance to music, Silent in a way. Mama, hold me close, In your heart if not your arms. I can not bare your touch. But I do so love your charms. Papa, don’t be sad for me, I believe I will be fine. God he has his hand on me, And keeps it there, all the time.

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P.S. Awtry

Date: 6/23/2019 9:44:00 PM

such a tenderly written poem. Blessings dear poet.

Ann Foster
Date: 6/23/2019 10:39:00 PM

:) Thank you my friend. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/20/2019 10:46:00 AM

So sorry Ann, it must have been heart breaking for you and your family - we have family friends who have a son in his thirties who was also diagnosed many years ago with the same - his ailment reflects in the faces of his parents - blessings my dear friend - may God ease your son's suffering and your hearts pain! Hugs, Jennifer

Ann Foster
Date: 6/20/2019 3:07:00 PM

Ty my sweet friend. I am not alone, yet, I wish I was. It devastates so many families. "Autism", obscure, insidious and maddening. Ann

Franci Hoffman

Date: 6/18/2019 5:36:00 PM

Though sad, this poem is a voice of many because a family's son has left this earth too soon. It's unfortunate this is a real and dark side of life and that our children are vulnerable to life events not within our control. Beautifully written piece.

Ann Foster
Date: 6/18/2019 6:33:00 PM

You are so very kind, thank you. Sadly, it is about my autistic son. The day I received his diagnosis... yet, all loss is felt...cruelly where our children are concerned. Blessings on your life. Ann