Susan's Blog

Sunday, April 12, 2009

I don’t know how you do it
Or maybe she said did it
As we thought about our sons
Hers just sprouting
Walking about and
Suddenly
Angry.
The baby dissolving,
The dream clouds
thunder inside gathering

I knew how I did it
At that moment; I knew it all
Not talking, not looking
yes walking, strange-booking
Suddenly
Crying.
I, mother knowing,
November leaves
my heart walls thinning

How do I do it?
I can’t do it now.
Yesterday’s present,
Today’s return
Even in my sleep
Bones scrape, muscles burn
Just
Grieving.
Not for the man
But for those days of clouds
Though the son was rising.

Ground crumbling

posted at 6:56 pm 2 comments

2 comments

What happened? Did you meet a mom with a newly diagnosed autie in crisis? Very touching poem.

— added by ASDmomNC on Sunday, April 12, 2009 at 10:36 pm

Thank you. -Tina G.

— added by Anonymous on Monday, April 13, 2009 at 11:40 am