Used to be 'In the Arms of an Angel' -Thought that song was appropriate as there is hardships in Autism, and then there is the arms of the Angel they didn't was there waiting for them, and the message of Love - deep love that you can find no where else (And then the Autistic person and their family can be at peace when they realize this... hope you think the same)

Here is my poem (lots of parents have told me "This is our life") - Going to seem said in beginning, but you will see the beautiful message of hope and peace I bring by the time you get to the end...

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AUTISM -- Inside


Sometimes as the time goes ticking by, I wait for Someone to see me... Do not get me wrong people see




me, Just not the way I feel. I do not really wish to talk To anyone, I just wish I could talk with someone. I




Live my life just as any other would do, but my home Seems to be unoccupied. The little girl you see




Sitting in the corner, she lines her Popsicle sticks In rows. And sometimes appears to ignore the fact that




You have brought her something, but she's just not aware You are near her side. At the picnic, she




mistakenly Slops the sauce all over the table. Why you wonder, How does a butterfly cause her to lose




control? The Movies lead to by-passers staring, for the five yr. Old covers her eyes because the light is




so bright and hold her ears because its too loud. Her mother cries behind closed doors. Her little girl Isn’t




like the child she dreamed of having. Her Daughter won't even bake with her... Please don't cry Mother,




the mittens just hurt my hands too much, I'll Help you stir. Your little girl screams and cries Because




socks and shoes traumatize her, so barefoot You take her out the door to ease her pain, and Passengers




stare back at you; "That parent has no Control over her child", and I want to speak "Please, Please be




kind to mother; you don't understand", You're walking through a grocery store, once again she has




blocked the aisle by throwing her body down to the Ground because she wants to feel the cold floor.




She Hides between clothes racks and blankets in the mall, And then once again the clerks ask you to




leave. The Parade causes too much movement, this time moving her Fingers in front of her eyes and




making a screeching Sound. Why, oh Lord the mother asks do you leave her Heart like this? I dream




that my daughter can fly high In the sky, I wish she could eat carrots and apples Like her brother, but she




gags. She views the world in A different way, and I can't go into her eyes and see What the world looks




like to her says the mother. She Catches a bubble and screams, she even hugs the Construction man she




doesn’t know because he is wearing a good-feeling Coat. Her memory so sensitive, she can repeat




whole Movies after seeing them only once and does as she runs around the room. My dear child, how




Can I show you that I love you so very much? Dear Lord the mother says, I no longer ask why you let




her Be this way, Instead I now know that you picked her To be my little lamb, Thank you Jesus for




giving her To me!

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