Autism Moments

Tear stained face is how I sit

Holding my baby in a room that is dimly lit

He screams at me for no reason

Or maybe it is because of the season

The daily trials and tribulations

Makes my heart hurt with no explanations

Autism isn’t for the faint of heart

My love for him is the strongest part

His words may get confused

Some are seldom used

As his song is sung

And then the day is done

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