 Frail, pale, angelic blue eyes, Torrents, torments, unspoken truths, Anger, pain, stubborn resolve, Subject me not to your rules He seems to shout, As he covers his ears, And jumps about, Toothbrush in hand Tapping a rhythm, Only he understands, Carefully watching From the corner of his eyes, For an opportunity to escape, The trappings we create, Freedom at last! If only for awhile At times like this, one can glimpse My friend's infectious smile. © 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 |