Putting the Pieces Together

 By Janice Moss

Putting the pieces together one by one,

we could never say never to our precious little one.

Our lives have changed in so many ways,

and our love has deepened along the way.

Like a thief in the night,

part of you was taken from our lives.

No more speaking you do,

but I know you hear me calling you.

Look at me, if you can.

My patience I offer, along with my hand.

What a mystery this AUTISM is to me,

There is no map to follow or much history.

Like a puzzle,

we’re putting the pieces together day by day.

Wondering if there’s a cure or treatment,

each day we pray.

We’re here to guide and guard you, every step of the way.

Whether you seek it, or just walk away.

Others look at you with staring eyes,

but only because they don’t realize,

how special you are inside.

You may not play ball, joke, or dance, but with

more progress, maybe you’ll get the chance.

Only time will tell us how you’ll grow,

what you’ll do or what you’ll know.

We’ll be here putting the pieces together one by one,
You are forever our precious little one.

My Angel  By Mary Temperelli

Have you ever met my angel?

Did she say hello?

Or did she just mumble

And act kind of slow.

She won’t say the right things,

That’s not her way.

She’ll ask if birds have wings,

Or is she gets a soda today.

She doesn’t seem to hear,

She cannot guess our thoughts.

The words for her never come clear,

She can’t recall what she’s been taught.

She doesn’t yearn to take a new path,

Nor think about tomorrow.

My angel never learned about anger or wrath,

Or any kind of sorrow.

The world calls it autism,

What a child to be pitied.

I never questioned God’s wisdom,

It wasn’t her with the need.

The need for an angel to show us the good,

The best we can be to an innocent soul.

The kindness that comes when it should,

The simplest of love that makes us whole.

So if you see my angel,

Don’t think of her as less.

Just give her a hug,
         And count yourself blessed.

Freedom By Michelle M. Guppy

Freedom is my son at the track as he runs and he spins,

Racing beside us laughing and giggling, not caring if he wins.

It is stopping and staring at something that has caught his eye,

It is not being embarrassed at others staring as they pass by.

Freedom is David as he merrily trots down the hall,

Unbridled and carefree like a pony released from a stall.

It is not being hindered by what has happened to you,

It is always moving forward while enjoying the view.,

Freedom is Hannah blowing kisses to Jesus her King,

And all the joy-children with hands lifted as they sing.

It is not being worried about what anyone will say,

It is the honesty and simplicity of living only for today.

Freedom is Jenny collecting the things she enjoys,

Being grown doesn’t stop her from playing with childlike toys.

It is the innocence and purity of not fitting in some mold,

It is not being prejudiced by the color of the hand that you hold.

Freedom is Clayton and the legacy he will leave,

In showing that with courage and determination, you can overcome.

It is the hearts he has changed as part of God’s perfect plan,
It is how his precious life is changing attitudes all across the land.