Well it doesnt take much to make me bl**dy cry these days and this was no exception
Ryan - a father's poem
When you look into my eyes, I wonder what you see
Do you see right through them, or your own reflection, maybe
When you get out of the bath, you always have a smile on your face
I look at you son, and wish I could take you to a better place
A place where you play, sing and dance, I know that sounds like school
But to think that you are not happy, that would make me a fool
Would that place be better than the one that you're in now?
At least you're unaware of troubles around the world and how
I look at you when you are asleep, I wonder what you dream about
You look so sweet and carefree and I never hear you shout
It's hard to imagine what's inside the mind of an autistic boy
But as you go about your daily routine, you seem so full of joy
I love to see the kind of smile that music brings to your face
But I wonder how you make your choice, of what you like, and what to replace
I long to hear you say "Hello Dad" without prompt or to copy
I'd love to hear you say "I love you". I know son, it does sound soppy
I listen to the song "You've got a Friend in me"
And I know how much you like it, and your friend I will always be
I'd love to see you play football, the way that others do
But you love other things, like dvds and you love your music too
I know these things sound selfish, but I don't know how you feel
I wish you could tell me son, "Hey Dad, what's the deal?"
I feel responsible for the way you are, and I'm sure you get frustrated too
But you will always be my little boy, and I will always love you.
By Wayne Quennell
I wrote this after Ryan got out of the bath on Tuesday. Whenever he gets out of the bath, he gets close and looks into my eyes - it just made me think about things.
Fri Jun 05, 2009 12:33 pm by Debbie Lou
