AUTISM: A POEM
. . . . . XXXV. New Construction
In the distance, construction workers
. . . . . hammer for hours at a new house
taking shape. Alex sits on our porch
. . . . . and listens, softly nodding his head
under the slant of morning sunshine,
. . . . . as if remembering steady drumbeats
of an old song or offering a private
. . . . . signal of approval. When we walk
to watch the walls of the home rise
. . . . . in late afternoon light, the second
floor nearly done, he shades his eyes
. . . . . to peer up toward one of the higher
cut out places, as though he knows
. . . . . a son like him will some night look
off from that bedroom, in the same
. . . . . manner he does at times, and might
wonder about people passing below
. . . . . or view the brighter stars far above,
attempting to gauge ways of worlds
. . . . . always forming outside his window.
Thank you so much for doing this project. As a mother of a child with autism and a huge fan of poetry it really did my heart well to see this project. I look forward to following your work.
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Rhoda Sutton
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Thank you Edward both for carrying on what many regard as a lost art and making the world more aware via your writings. I'm also in some small way in the last few days making people more autism aware and thanks to CNN's brilliant video have dedicated this blogpost to all sufferers and families of sufferers : http://gametrender.blogspot.com/2011/10/smartphone-apps-for-autism.html
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