DARREN'S HUMMING
(Ode to an Autistic Child)
By David Allen
Darren's humming
some secret Darren song
as I sit here smiling,
humming right along,
marveling at his easygoing style,
humming to myself awhile.
While Darren's humming
in his high chair,
blocking me out
like I'm not there,
turning his toy car
upside down,
making it spin
two-handed
‘round and ‘round
as he hums
his secret song.
And I find myself
humming right along
and show him
a one-handed spin
as he watches
and, humming,
he takes it in
and holds his car
in his right hand
and twirls it,
showing he's the man
who can learn
while humming
his secret song
and I smile
and hum along.
We're in tune,
my first grandson and I,
two generations getting by
a duet, humming
right along
Darren's secret
humming song.
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