Usha Pisharody

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My Magic Child - Poem by Usha Pisharody

They call her a square peg
She's my soft, simple primrose in
a garden of orchids.

She's their public joke
A helpless scapegoat caught in a
Cross-fire of the so-called sane.

And she's my pride:
A girl who makes me realize
The tangibility
The existential quality of

But even they make allowances.
They call her beautiful.
Yes, she's that...
Fine of face with
Large, long-lashed
Lackadaisical eyes.

That's what hits them.

And I love her-
Despite the fact that she'll never
understand it.

Because she'll always be in
Her own world;
That comforts, consoles her
When the outside world hurts.

They call her an autistic.
But she's my magic child.


Comments about My Magic Child by Usha Pisharody

  • (4/6/2008 7:08:00 AM)

    Beautiful Usha - a very touching and evocative expression of a mother's unconditional love. I am sure she will receive all the tenderness and protection she deserves.

    Take care
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  • (4/6/2008 3:51:00 AM)

    Keep her with love and loyalty... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

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