 Defenseless at most, helpless we coast. Mountains of fear, ever so near Causing the plight, brought on by the fright Lost in confusion, realm of illusion Trying to get by, both inward and shy Who do we trust? But trust we must For alone, often lost, unable to cross To the perceptual view, of not just a few What is occurring now, the where, when and how? © Mary Ann Harrington These poems express my assumptions on what my friends with severe movement, sensory, and language difficulties may be expressing through their fear, anger, loneliness, stubborn resolve and frustration. I have served as a teacher of individuals with autism for 18 years. What they have taught me was to be sure of nothing, and open myself to the extraordinary. It has been and continues to be a remarkable ride. If you are interested in severe autism, take the opportunity to check out my articles. feed://ezinearticles.com/members/rss/Mary-Ann-Harrington.xml Thank you, Mary Ann Harrington |