My Little Buddy Lee Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Sitting here on my own
Staring at four walls
Thinking of my grandson
I love his very bones

What lies ahead for him
He has a form of autism
A bright little spark
Certain to make his mark

What we all take for granted
He fights with all his might
I wish you all could see him
I know you would understand

Spelling words with his letters
While sitting on the floor
Repeating them as he spells
Numbers are his equals

Milestones he will have many
With God to help him out
You see I love my grandson
I love his very bones