-Donna Ochs
This son of mine
Such a beautiful boy
With blond hair shining
And bright blue eyes
Such physical perfection
I have seldom seen
But for all that beauty
He cannot speak
Cannot play
In a normal way
He spins and stims
He run, arms flapping
Toward the warm, shining sun
To a place I do not know
A place only he can go
-Donna Ochs
-Donna Ochs
In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.
But when you are to manhood grown,
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were on your face?
-Julia Johnson Davis