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From a Child with Autism
by Lori BlairJust know now I am a child of autism
I was meant to please you all with grace
though I don't know what that's to mean
when man is against man for race
and I was told not to worry so
when the investor's son was to carry
our soul's phase with good aim
"Untrust all we don't understand"
cuz who are we if we don't comprehend?
when a sin depends upon all we might defend?
But I'm a child with autism and don't understand
all I can do is believe in the better half of humanity
while all those that hold arms say they are right
while all others are wrong and bereft?
I was diagnosed at a time when most would say
that the bible spoke enraged
I couldn't understand myself then
but though I saw more than most would
at a moment of soul doubt
Was encaged in this mind of lies
had to ponder why, me, now
when so many do not cry
cuz who are we if we don't comprehend?
when a sinner depends upon all we might defend?
I then learned more than was to learn through silence
though I wish I could have said more
than that silence of my nature, immature,
cuz who is to say race for race
should be in exchange for religion
that some believe is wrong, not right,
oh no wonder I wish you not
to hold me tight, when I'm so unsure
of delight
but then,
I learned more there was to learn
just as that silence, that, that neighbor once knew
And I watched in silence when you all grew
more unattached between few
though you had some cares and inner lines
cuz who else could defend your believed rights
while you were so attached to that, who, and now
and how I praised you for trying
but your accomplishes were unfounded lies
compounded with my demise, seen, as silence
and how I cried for all mankind
cuz I have autism but my silence isn't unnoticed
modern man can't understand
old age man can't comprehend
but God knows cuz I'm graced
I am graced by degrees
and someday I hope mankind understands these times
truly from his soul
cuz so many are
more unattached than you could ever know
more unattached than you and I could have ever known then!
cuz who are we if we don't comprehend?
when a sin depends upon all we might defend?
But I'm a child with autism and don't understand
all I can do is believe in the better half of humanity
while all those that hold arms say they are right
while all others are wrong and bereft?
and every sinner is the same?
though I remain in silence!
true to myself just the same!
True to myself just the same!
04/11/2012 Author's Note: For Brendan, my son, for Autism Awareness this month..thanks for guiding me to the true light...
Posted on 04/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Lori Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/12/12 at 12:48 PM Lori, my nephew has autism. This is close to how he expresses what he's able and when he's able, if he's able on a given day. The innocence - if this innocence of thinking could only rub off on all of us *normal* people. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 04/12/12 at 01:33 PM Precious. I work with boys with autism and love all of them. They came to mind with this poem; thank you for it. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/12/12 at 01:45 PM For years I truly thought I was autistic but those who knew said no. One of my grandchildren is really so and yet he has clung to me and shuned others so I trust his judgement. A beautiful piece Lori and I wonder sometimes if life itself is somewhat autistic in some manner of degrees. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/12/12 at 03:13 PM OMG Lori- I was born with CP. From the time other kids (and adults) made fun of me, I considered myself a "child of a lesser G-d". If I was NORMAL, what were the other kids: MORE NORMAL?". A child know that they are different. Do I blame G-d?....NO- Do I blame my Mother?...NO-I blame the dr.
I made it through. I am more compassionate than most- brighter than the norm (I've been told), stronger, because I had to be.Ihad to be tough. I had to take more than my share of mental/emotional abuse.
Teach your children to have heart; to put themselves in the handicapped person's shoes. I NEVER wanted pity- understanding. I do not want to be judged on the basis of lousy speech. I am not mentally challenged, academically challenged- I am physically challenged. I'm handicapped and I hate labels. Wonderful write. Brendan will be ok- he has you! |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/15/12 at 07:43 PM ...again, Brendan prove to have a kind, loving and talented mother. Bless you all. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/12 at 12:56 AM This poem reminds me that we are all here on Earth for a purpose, or as a friend once pointed out, to fulfill a contract, none any less important than the next. Nice to see you doing so well with yours, Lori. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 04/17/12 at 02:15 AM Great write and nice beat. thnx |
| Posted by JJ Johnson on 04/19/12 at 10:05 PM not surprising at all that this is the top ranked poem. You know how I feel about Autism, and I wonder if you have seen the tv show "Touch" which coincidentally is the name of one of my poems about Autism. Brendan is so lucky to have you for a mom and who could be a better Happy Thought for you? jj |
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