By: Carole Norman Scott–1995
How can I explain what it’s like Oh, that we would never outgrow
to have him home? that same innocence of caring…
A ray of sunshine…A child-like The trivial recognized as such;
innocence, even at age thirty-three… thinking only to show love.
A delight in the simple things of life… Then, the valuable in life
The feeling that he is genuinely happy; could have its proper place.
Especially with me! His spontaneity awakens us!
He enjoys my cooking so — he stands Odd, that one known as autistic
expectant as I prepare each dish… (living in his own little world)…
He relishes each bite. Could bring such joy…
He loves to go shopping and antiquing– His dad once said, “He may be
A trip to get a hamburger, shake, and your comfort in your old age.”
french-fries, makes his eyes light up. It seemed far away then, in his
He prays before we eat — a kindred spirit! childhood; he was so distressed!
So many things the other children have Now, to see him smile, to get a
passed through and forgotten. hug, to hear “I love you mom…”
Time seems to stand still for Ben… IS a comfort; the nest empty.
It is as though he is reliving those Though years have flown, he
childhood years seems in touch with the years
The happy times the focus now he missed; that we missed too Things a mother cherishes. and grieved for so at the time!
Today he sat across from me and looked I rejoice Lord…and praise You,
intently into my eyes… Remembering my prayers of old
Smiling all the while; looking so radiant As I struggled to cling to hope…
and pleased… Ben has returned from the dead
As though—if he could communicate Perhaps different from others,
He would say “Mother, what a joy to be But oh so different from how he
home, and with you again!” used to be!
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