My son suffers from Autism, cordination is the hardest thing to teach, we just accomplished another learning phase ....

The clock on the line, ticks,
the child looks only for things to do,
where do we belong, the older ones,
our worries, our sorrows, our dreams have drifted,
do we belong to the clock with time,
as the child only see's the shadow of a new day,
can we then, be just as they, small and innocent,
no worries, just music and love,
he drew me a picture today,
it's taken me thirteen years,
to teach him to hold his hand steady,
and he's drawing, while I cry, with such joy,
I knew he had so much more,
my little boy,
and he smiled,
it read, "to my mom, my magnet",
I guess we'll always be glued together,
he's never far from my reach,
the clock on the line ticks for him,
but in another way,
he's a joy, and his hands are magic,
they can draw, both of them,
those little fingers are moving,
and he's holding them steady,
making pictures, sent to mom with love,
I think he may be a future artist,
thats what I told him,
if you could only see his smile,
he was shining, jumping,
I was given the best gift today,
his picture, signed with his name,
because he accomplished,
one of the gifts,
we take for granted,
the clock on the line ticks for him,
and I cry for joy!

Written by: Valerie Pearson
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