THIS POEM IS OFF THE
FAS SUPPORT NETWORK
DON'T ASK MY CHILD TO FLY
Don't ask my child to fly, for he has not wings
Don't ask my child to see the glint on the eagle's beak, for his vision has been diminished
Don't ask my child to remain clam amid the din, for her ability to screen out the noises has been taken away
Don't ask my child to be careful with "strangers", for he is affectionate with everyone and prey for the unscrupulous
Don't ask my child to "settle down", for the clock which works for you and I, does not exist for her
Don't ask my child to not play with the toys of others, for he has no concept of property
Don't ask my child to heal your wounds, for her hands cannot hold a scalpel or sutures.
Don't ask my child to remember you tomorrow, although you met today
Don't ask my child to meet the challenges set by "society" for you have denied her the tools
Don't ask my child to forgive you for standing idly by, while he was being tortured in his mother's womb, for he will but He should no
This Poem was writen by Bruce Ritchie
This poem is for all children with FAS
Please copy it and give it to others