The Others Used the Multi-Colored Clay to Mold
You Picked it Up, and Cut it in Half
Other Children Played with the Bamboo Dragonflies Sending Them Flying
You Used it, as a Baton to Conduct the Music
Other Children Want a New Story Every Single Night
You Wanted to Hear the Same One, a Hundred Times
“You Talk Too Loud!”
“Can I Pass the Trials of Fire & Water with Yen-Ru”
“Will Mommy Become Daddy in the Morn”
This is, Like the Jazz Music
Free and Wild, Taking Up the Shapes it’s, Supposed to
My Child
This is Me, Who Listened to the Jazz Music, Tapping My Feet in Secret
Not Yet, Ready to Pick Up, the Splashes that My Child Makes Along the Way
This is the interaction a mother has, with her son with autism, and, because children with autistic spectrum disorders experience the world differently than the rest of the outside world, their parents needed to, spend a little extra time with them, and, this mother is, raising her son up on her own, alone, and life must be hard, for them, and the world’s, gonna, make it, even harder!