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This little child of mine
who is he?
where did he come from
and why is he mine?
I often sit and wonder
at the closing of the day
who trusted me
with this little one
who sent him here to stay?
This little child
who breaks my heart
yet fills it with such joy
what great thing have I done
to have this little boy?
When my tears run freely
joy and sadness mingled
what a mixture,
a blending of such emotion
who gave me this little child
and why am I so blessed?
I pray at night for answers
and call out in the dark
Thank you for this little child
whoever he may be,
he came from some unknown star
to bless and comfort me.
Autism is not the end of the World. . . . just
the beginning of a new one.
copyright. 1999. Sally Meyer
Posted with permission from Sally Meyer
2 comments:
Sunshine sent me here and after reading that poem, I'm ever so glad she pointed me in this direction. The words in that poem could have fit me to a tee -exactly -yesterday, as I was having a bit of a blue funk, alternating between holding the grandson and marveling over him one minute and wanting to cry over him the next. No, I don't normally feel all that weepy over my grandkids -two with autism -but for some reason or other yesterday, too many things I think may have been kind of ganging up on me and I was waxing perhaps way too sentimental. But, as the author of that poem says, I am doubly blessed for having these two little beings in my life, both of whom also just happen to be autistic and they are, simply put, just the greatest!
Thanks again for an uplifting piece.
What a beautiful poem!
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