The Little Autistic Mermaid I just couldn't look her in the eye Even as she curled upon the rock, rocking. She slowly flipped her tail Aware of her nakedness. The first sight of her made me clench And I devoured another morsel, Even though I was not hungry, Even though I was not willing. I couldn't recall her shape Even though she was still right there. I could no longer speak It was as if I never knew how. I flicked another bogie. I rolled it in my fingers And lined it up neatly With all the other I'd picked. I saw that she saw me But I needed to remain. On track, on track, on track. I wouldn't change direction. Later, back at the home, The old man asked me if I saw her, But I wasn't sure, Who I was...
Hans Christian Andersen, Danish author, was born today in 1805.
World Autism Awareness Day occurs today annually.
A fantastic poem, thank you for the share Nathan…. my niece has autism
You always capture those you celebrate so well.
I worked with autistic adults one summer to teach them about how writing poetry could help them speak out on their loneliness. It was one of the most fulfilling events of my life as an educator and simply as a human being. I think I learned more from them. Thanks for your poem. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.
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A CLASSIC ALREADY! 😀