Dial "Nose" for Love

A mother's heart breaks when her child is sick.
It is especially difficult when a child with autism is in this predicament.
How can you tell someone where it hurts, when you don't have the capability to verbally express it?
The power of touch cannot be ignored. For a child with Autism, it is a strong sense and can bring them back into this world quickly.
Touch relays information, It also relays love.
And for a sick child,
Love
is a strong medicine.

"Dial "Nose" for Love"

He wakes up in a daze.
Unable to breathe
gasping for air.
In the dark of his room
he starts crying
And searching.

Room to room he goes,
Inconsolable...
His tears and screams roll on
Escalating...
Causing uncontrollable coughing
And more screams.

"I'm here, Baby." she says.
"You're okay. I'm here."
But through the fog of his mind
He cannot recognize her.
Through his screams,
He cannot hear her.

She tries to grab him
and hold him close.
"You're, okay," she says in a pleading voice.
"I'm here, your okay."

He doesn't know where he is
Who she is.
Scared and confused
He swipes at her in defense,
Thinking she is the enemy.
Indeed...it is his mind
Not her
Who is the betrayer.

Through the darkness he focuses
In on something familiar.
Is it hers?
You can see his mind question.

With his tiny hands
He reaches out,
And dials her nose
Like the knob on a vintage radio.
His mind becomes clear
As the white noise of cerebral confusion
Yields to the station of Love.

He recognizes her and smiles.
In an angelic voice he acknowledges her.
"Mmmm Ma", he says softly.
He pulls her face towards him.
With his rosebud lips
he gently kisses her.

He snuggles in close,
still straining to breathe,
He sighs a happy sigh.
He falls asleep
With his head peacefully resting on her chest.
He falls asleep.
Soothed by the pounding of her heart.
He falls asleep,
Dialed in to the station of Love.

Vignettes of Boy Conversation #3

He curls up next to her and plants a kiss on her cheek to wake her.
She smiles....but does not yet wake.

"Mommy, he says pointing to the beauty marks on her arm. "What are those spots?"
She groggily manages to say " They're "Angel kisses"."
Time stands still. She can hear the wheels of his mind turning.

"They look old, " he says.

The End