Grandson Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Our little grandson who is almost four
For devilment he knows no bounds
A rogue if you ever met one
In the house as he plays around

He has a form of autism
Non verbal until he was three
He started school three months back
The difference is for all to see

He tries his best to communicate
Slowly but surely hes getting there
The first time he called me granddad
My eyes filled up with tears

A boy a lad and my buddy
He is a very special child
His mum and dad adore him
His grandmother's pride and joy