A.U.T.I.S.M

A beautiful baby, loved at two lines.

Understanding that love cannot be quantified.

Terrible twos lasting well past year three

Indicates something I simply can’t see.

Special and beautiful, a heart filled with love.

Mistakes are not made by the Man up above.

And yet I still wonder sometimes if it’s true.

Underneath puzzle pieces and that shade of blue.

There lies something deeper and harder to name.

It doesn’t fit in a box or a nice picture frame.

Slowly finding that child left alone on the track

Making progress then watching him take it all back

And still we’ll both stay on that same stretch of grass

Unraveling the mystery of how long it’ll last

Tomorrow could be the day something new finally sticks

It could be the day something vital just clicks

So we’ll keep on going while holding his hand

Marking each day with a line in the sand