Wordless Wednesday–Spring Flowers

Spring Flowers Small


The Box


Memories and feelings
All wrapped up in cotton wool
And bubble wrap;
Gently placed inside the box
With polystyrene pieces
And packs of desiccant;
Sealed and marked,
“Do not destroy,”
And archived.

For now, I have no need
Of memories or feelings;
Now that you’ve gone
And left me all alone
To face the bleakness of a future
Filled with sadness,
Filled with tears,
Filled with grief,
And uncertainty

Maybe, some day,
Our great grandchildren
Will look inside
To marvel at the love we shared.
“How quaint that they should be
Together, Oh so long!”
And give us pride of place
Upon their shelves
And mantels.

Or maybe you and I
Will reunite
To open up the box
And let the memories rekindle
The love that bound us
Together, forever;
To set the feelings free
To flood our hearts
And souls.

‘These three remain:
Faith, hope, and love;’
Anchors for this lonely soul
To which I cling with calloused hands
That long to feel
The softness of your cheeks.
Faith, hope, and love
That soon we’ll reunite
In Paradise.

You can read more of my poetry here

What I Wish Everyone Knew About Autism

Mind, Body, Green has an article called: What I Wish Everyone Knew About Autism

This report discusses autism in America. But here in Britain there is a culture of, “We don’t diagnose autism until at least 7 or 8 years of age because we don’t like to pigeon-hole children too early.” Meanwhile, these children are suffering. The evidence suggests that early intervention and assistance can allow most children with Autism Spectrum Disorder to go to mainstream schools, but the diagnosis is usually left until it is too late. I know this is true because I have a friend with a four-year-old who has been sent to a “special” school because he has autism and there was “no hope” for him. The extra special teachers there have made such fantastic progress that they expect him to join the “normal” school when he officially starts, next year.

The article raises some interesting questions. I make no judgements on it except to say to parent of children with “suspected” ASD, “You know your child. You can make a difference in his or her life. Don’t waste that opportunity by concentrating on fighting the doctors. Do what you can at home and there is a good chance that you can change things.” If you don’t believe this, try reading “The Spark.” I don’t normally recommend books, but this one blows the “Once an autistic, always an autistic,” view right out of the water.