My beautiful boy babbled on time
He sat up; he walked, showing good signs
His eyes were bright and clear
His smile so dear
Suddenly things began to change
Struggling to speak and the brightness began to wane
His fixation on things grew and his focus gone
I watched him slipping away into a fog
Still cuddly and funny and makes all my days sunny
IT is called PDD and it is difficult to explain
This causes all sorts of delays in his brain
Still smart as a whip just harder to express
Working through all this sometimes turns out to be a mess
Not seeing him advance like he should
Holding on to the knowledge and wishing that he could
Loving him and teaching him is all that we have
We will conquer the monster together hand in hand.
