A poem dedicated to the world’s truly wonderful autistic children
The Visit
As if through a telescope from afar
I watch his world move slowly across the carpet.
He turns the wheels of each toy car,
and lines them up perfectly
adjusting each one minutely.
I enter his space and hold orbit alongside him
and then, unpredictably
he lifts his eyes and contacts me.
One small but intensely bright moment.
He smiles, my daughter smiles, I smile
and we all have our eclipse
and we all stare directly into the sun
through our darkened glasses.
Then, before re-entry, he will hand me the yellow motor car.
…………………………….
A poem by soloneili
Beautifully expressed in a tone of sadness and yet all the more a moment of gladness.
Thank you Bob, appreciated.
Neil
i liked this poem the first time i saw it and am so glad to find it here.
best,
sherry o’keefe