A babe is born,
a girl. ,,That night the rain fell a storm raged ,

but I didn't notice
I was in anticipation of birth
then the moment came ill never

forget those Bright eyes as they looked up.
The prettiest baby on the floor.
even though  it was a rocky path

with her special needs
I knew that a flower lay beneath, waiting to bloom.
then she was a toddler with laughter
that rang like a wind chime
I wished I could stop time,
look up then she's a cleaver little girl
finding ways to get to that shelf up high.
look up she's a
a promise
of beauty at the tip of a flower bud
as it begins to unfold,
look up she's a teen with troubles
I knew not how to tame.
now She's almost a lady the rose is blooming
to lighten her surroundings
with the most brilliant colors.
She is strength compassion,& imagination.
look up she's 18 a young lady.

with creative energy.
only a mother can know that it is
not the Autism that defines her.
She defines the space around her.

She's my prized rose.

I know I must step back and let her fly.


A Mom.
march 2008.
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