Autistic

Blank stares on the wall

Sometimes does not hear me call 

Ignoring  one and all

Does not relate to ball or doll

Car rides- he just loves it

Puzzles are done in a minute

His energy level is infinite

His memory is really the limit

He is Autistic they say

He won’t follow the rules we’ve laid

It not that he is scared

Or the people around him have not cared

He may never  tie his lace

He  may learn to talk at a slow pace

He may not run in life’s rat race

Whatever may be the case ,

I hope I can work  hard

I am playing every card

It does not matter if he is not a bard

I hope he will  live well  , my lord. 

A mothers view of a child with Autism