I wrote this about my son;
Sometimes the noise is too loud
and I cannot turn it down.
Sometimes the lights are too bright
and I cannot block them out.
Sometimes your screaming for help
and I just can't work it out.
Sometimes your shaking with fear,
but I don't know what about.
Sometimes I'm just looking on
and all I can do is be there.
Sometimes I comfort you,
but you just don't want me near.
Sometimes you find a new way,
that helps me understand.
Sometimes you smile at me
and reach out for my hand.
Sometimes I know what you want,
even when you cannot say.
And sometimes you give me a hug,
just before you run off to play.
