Autistic and Totally Working in the Pendant -- An Autistic Child Poem
"Dedicated to my son who was diagnosed with pervasive development disorder(PDD)..and slowly getting recovered, with his mom's dedication..."
The moment I arrived into this world
I was unusually different
would rock myself on the high chair and would
feel that breeze air
Wouldn't say a word
I just wanted some more
of that apple pie
that grandma made for this child of God
My mom kept me away
from danger and this outside world
wanted to say thank you, but
brain turned the page and took me away
Mind said no, even though I wanted to stay around
Grandma came with a pendant that
had my name and my condition
at times wanted to throw it away
but held back and stay in position
I see a world from this bubble that is around me
I want so much to say... 'I love you'
but once again
my brain would keep me shut
to mom who would see me through
a different state of mind
she is patient with me
but at times my behaviour lashes back
I want this and that
I run over here and over there
sometimes I think God doesn't care
mommy wanted to hug me one day
and I said no!
Mommy wanted to cry one night
and I said no!
she wanted to ride with me and I said no!
Only when she screamed
my mind started to listen
only when she embraced me
my life was a little different
What would be of me without her
what will happen if she didn't care
who would throw a ball like she did with me
who would catch my breath as she
and me bend on our knees
I need to break away and see what is in the pendant
that grandma gave me
I want to be able to say 'I love'... and really mean it!
when mom cannot take it anymore
I want to be able to take care of her
and ride again our palomino Mare
This omega and oil fish are doing wonders
sparkles and bits of emotions
are coming to my rescue
hope to join my mom..who is loving and so cute!
PDD who wants to be like you and me?
The pendant has the clue
the love in my heart will break through
God please! help me to be a new me
Lord have mercy to this child in..need!
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