My Boy of Nine
A touching poem written to honour the love between a mother and her differently abled son.
My boy of nine,
is surviving just fine.
Despite the label put on him,
he smiles and shines.
He enjoys the frolic too,
Yes, he stares,
but when he is interested.
He cries and shouts
When he is angry and disgusted.
Above all, he allows me to hug often
and hugs back a lot…
Doesn’t matter, Autism or not,
He will remain my son, a loving tiny tot.
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