Da Boys

Da Boys
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A blog about the poetic adventures of two curly haired and boys...and Autism.

This blog was started after many friends told me I should keep a journal of my daily activities with my two sons. Our days are usually filled with fun details, sometimes some sad ones but when you have a child diagnosed with Autism.....there is always Adventure!

Monday, September 27, 2010

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,
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,
His tears and screams roll on
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.


  1. Thanks for sharing! Made my heart smile when he finally recognized his mommy ;-)

  2. You are a wonderful writer -- and a wonderful mommy. Thanks so much for sharing both gifts with us! :)