Poetry

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A special child like you son;
Your sobs wrench my heart as you
cry over some unseen fear.
How dark your world must seem,
to be devoid of human contact.
Not to know that our caresses
are a sign of our love.
As you huddle in the secret places
of your mind.
You seek a quiet place where others
cannot reach you.

A special child, like you son,
I cry as I look at your peaceful
sleeping face.
One arm is curled behind your
little head.
In sleep you have peace; the fears
of day are wiped away.
I brush your cheeks with my fingers,
My tears fall on your pillow,
How I love my special child,
my son.

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