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Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand,
I search for the time on a watch with no hands,
I want to see you clearly, come closer than this,
But all I remember are the dreams in the mist.
The sweetest song in silence that I've ever heard,
Funny how your feet in dreams never touch the earth,
In a world, full of princes, freedom is a kiss,
But the prince hides his face, from dreams in the mist.
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Innocent Child - by Gary Sugameli
Morning comes in total silence.
There is no call out to Mom or Dad.
Just a stare that cuts through space
...Good Morning Son!
Today no one will judge you.
for anything you do.
You'll call the shots and do your thing.
From this moment on... I'll follow your cue.
You are everything to everyone.
There is no one your better.
Maybe today you'll say a word
Or even just a letter.
If all you want is to tap your fingers...
on everything you see.
That's wonderful. This could be fun.
Fun for you and fun for me.
Have you noticed what your smile does?
It does something to your eyes.
It makes them melt down those walls...
Walls that were built with impatient sighs.
I see your joy as you run about
laughing and jumping without a care.
People tell me that this is wrong
They think you should be locked up somewhere.
But as I watch you in your world
and take great pleasure in being with you
I can't help but wonder...
Is there anything more that we can do?
Can we guide you through the turbulence
that stares you in the face each day.
Can we help you try to understand...
why dark is night and bright is day.
Will you ever tell me... "Daddy,
why am I this way?"
Is it because of something I had done?
some years ago, on some unforgiving day?
For whatever reason, good or bad,
It doesn't matter... what's done is done!
And I'm proud to be the father of
my 5 yr. old autistic son.
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(I have 2 autistic children. I wrote this poem for my oldest 4 years ago)
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