The autistic child’s fingers fly across
the keys releasing inaudible syllables
of joy, floating upward between
his fingers.
He tilts his head slightly
to catch the reflection of the lyrical words,
melting into his ears, secretly
soft bubbles.
My round teacher lips release
a question, “sing, sing, sing” repeated
in his head, an echo. He shows me the notes
clinging to his breath.
“This room is my blanket.
This day is my hug.
Hold the love from my eyes.”
a good poem that shows everyone has a gift thanks for sharing
A Beautiful picture! One of God's true blessings displaying an innocense Love.
Did you really need my comment? This poem stands on its own merit. God Bless, Linda
Sorry it took so long for me to post my comment Cheryl, but here I am nonetheless... Very beautiful and so deeply heartfelt. I often wonder when I see individuals, especially young ones with autism, whether it is we who label ourselves normal and healthy who truly have the handicap. As so much beauty and life come from individuals that we see as different. I've never met an Autistic murderer, rapist or anything other than... Beautiful, Just like your piece... Be Well, Nate
this poem touches me a few members of my family including myself are Autistic so this poem i personally can relate to.
revel in your moments, these times make award nominated movies for the passion and dedication that lies within you
another teacher expressing their passion for teaching..........we need more teachers like you........splendid poem 10
It left me with chill bumps. Written only as a teacher could...a teacher who gives with the heart and then receives back from the child two fold. What joy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, thanks for sharing..