ANGELS IN THE MIST

Hollow eyes that see through all
Quiet lips that cast a pall.
Slowing moving, rocking still
Rhythmic wonder gives a chill.

Haunting silence through the day
Hands with magic, never play.
Dancing, lilting through the night
Dream with angel's quiet might.

Mystery babe, the heart runs deep
Child of God does never sleep.
Song of silence - perfect one
Soul of earth and rain and sun.

Answer not to be in store
For many, many ages more.
Mist and whispers all abide
Around you now, but all inside.

Hollow eyes - when will they turn
To look in love, to live, to learn?
Dignity, love - they must exist
To free the angels from the mist

.By Marianna Bond

Beautiful

It is marked by his tendency
To wear his clothes backwards
Perhaps not backwards
Perhaps not tendency
More like
Insistence
More like Decisiveness
Not backwards
Different
His way
His view

It is marked by his intelligence
His speech
His way of looking
At the world
His word
A world that does indeed
Revolve around him
His tendency
No propensity
To induce those around him
To insure
That it revolves around him

It is marked by his ferocious
Love
His intense emotions
His need to be good
His need for that one person
To be pure
Forever happy
Forever there
For him
To hug
To lean on
To cry to
To learn from

It is marked by his invariable impression
His mark
His personality
His innate ability
To change the lives
Of all that meet him
Forever
Indelibly
Mirrored by his uncanny memory
His ability to remember
Because all of us will remember
For sure

It is marked by his voice
Singing shamelessly
Happily
Contagiously
In the ears of others
We can hear the trace
The divine trace
if God
Carried in his tiny, yet powerful voice
Telling us
That he is not less
He is just different
Perhaps more
But definitely
Beautiful

I didn't quite cure Autism today!

I didn't quite cure Autism today,
but I managed to put five martinis away,
and attended a gala with lavish buffet,
Well, I guess it is time to jet back to L.A.!

My son didn't sleep well, he rocked and he cried.
I begged for more services but we were denied.
No speech, no O.T., no more hours-they lied!
The district is poor-that's all they replied!

Well, I am off to Hollywood with an actor to sup-
I suppose that the limo is picking our son up-
Is he at school? Horseback riding or what?
This Autism stuff is getting so tough!

I am tired, defeated, degraded and tense.
I can feel the loss of my innocence-
I am sad, I am numb, it just doesn't make sense-
The love of my child is my only defense.

I made a donation for a new autism wing,
I forgot what my wife told me to name the thing-
But I have a signed football, I'm gong to bring,
And an actress friend is gong to sing.

The state tried to take all our power away,
We've been forced to go to due process today.
Our insurance company has declined to pay.
My child is my hero, he has something to say!

We are not rich or elite, of this I am sure,
We fight from the trenches, our motives are pure.
We scream from our hearts, we are never demure,

We are the community, and truly- the cure!

By Bill Davis