by Candy Statts

Created on: April 24, 2008

A Special Child like you son,
your sobs wrench my heart
as you cry over some unseen fear.
How dark your world must seem,
to be devoid of human contact.
Not to know that our caresses
are a sign of our love.
As you huddle in the secret
places of your mind,
you seek a quiet place
where others cannot reach you.

A Special Child, like you son,
I cry as I look at your
peaceful sleeping face.
One arm is curled behind
behind your little head.
In sleep you have peace;
the fears of day are wiped away.
I brush your cheeks with my fingers,
my tears fall on your pillow;
How I love my special child, my son.

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