Autism's child, in a place all his own I know life seems different, his journies unknown. Autism's child sometimes may not speak, but has words of his own, his language unique. Autism's child complex, so rare. Too soon he must learn that life isn't fair. Autism's child my own to embrace, at times from a distance, yet now face to face. Autism's child you walk not alone, though you wrestle with life in places unknown. Sometimes so intense, then its back to your shell... What is it you hide from? If you could, would you tell? Autism's child, I will never let go. Though what we might face, only Heaven can know. Esther D. Irizarry
