Now I see a symphony in
Tanya's eyes.
A son of autism not a
state of infantism.
For one by one,
One day at a time as said by the
prophet of the future,
Our children train them up
by the future, As God seeks them that
seek him.
Awesome woman who cares for the
being of her child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem