Autism surrounds me.
It infiltrates my life,
defines my family,
and fills us with it's strife.
I hope they find a cure
by twenty-seventeen
for my oldest daughter
could learn to speak to me.
I think of younger days
when futures seemed so sweet.
When maiden dreams fulfilled
would make my life complete.
But now I look ahead
and realize I can't say
if ten years from now
I'll be more than just okay.
Not that I hate this life.
I often thank the Lord
for blessings small and large,
for joys that I've explored.
But when I think of this-
The future's clamorous call
I cannot help but feel
A tiny bit of gall.
Author notes
um, I swear, I am not usually this bitter! Yikes!
A contest entry
- Where Will You Be In Ten Years? by Ah.Sosha..
430 points, ended July 4, 2007, 10 entries
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