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
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