April 2

Autism Blues

Poetry

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Hello everyone;

I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two.
Day 1  prompt of "write an optimistic poem"

Not Dead Yet, Me


Is it really such a tragedy

that my sentences are raggedy

words tread together by similarity?

The conversation is still defiantly

expressions of me.


Is it really such a travesty 

that I wander aimlessly?

When I can travel through time so easily

…our life history

…a life lived outrageously.


Is it really such a disparity

that I have forgotten the melody

of your name? Still there’s some clarity….

I know the feelings of family

and passions intensity. 


Is it really such an indignity

that something once familiar is now a novelty.

Or that simple tasks escape me.

I still dance to life’s jamboree

and sing majestically.

Is it really such a finality

even as I become more absentee?

There is plenty of life in my legacy.

Don’t bother writing my eulogy,

when there’s still time to create a memory.

©2024 Delaina Miller

…For Brody and his family

autism.blues

Autism Blues

The smile that breaks our hearts
shines through Autism’s fog
when, for a moment,
he looks and sees
aware of his surroundings
as if for the first time
again and again.
His attention from the noise
in his own head
turns to your active presence
in his life.
His smile warms
your blue heart
and sends it soaring
when he says
a single
voluntary
word.

If you can please consider making a donation to Autism Speaks Here
Thank you!

 

This poem was featured at: http://anautismjourney.com

 

 

About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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