If you would like to add a poem dedicated to your child, or someone you know has a special needs child, please tell them about this page and they can send me the poem and I will add it to this page with full credit.
Her son Ian is 7 yrs old and falls somewhere between HFA and Asperger's.
You may contact Danielle here E-Mail Me
side to side, his rhythmic dance.
His gaze intense upon his find,
he hums his quiet little chants.
His mind is keen, his senses tuned,
accutely to his task at hand.
He stiffly moves to masterpiece,
and alternately comes to stand,
before his muse, what hap it be,
(of course it's face is like to change)
but for today, he's found it here,
something beautifully strange.
His palette, a cemented square,
his paint, a box of children's chalk,
he moves closer to it's face,
and then returns to painted walk.
Each square is decorated thus,
the child has been so inspired.
Satisfaction though is near.
Soon the chalk will be retired,
and with his masterpiece complete,
he'll want that I should come and see,
and, as before, I'll be amazed,
by the gift that stands before me.
His work is fine, his lines are sure,
a prodigy, some have exclaimed.
A child of seven, a mind of four.
No cure, as it has been explained,
and yet, a gift, he takes my hand,
his smile, his spirit, I'd not change.
The child, my child, simply complex,
artistic, autistic, and beautifully strange.
Written by Danielle S. Hatfield
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