My only son has almond eyes;
he's only six and often cries.
He's short and thin for his tender age;
his heart of hope often dances with rage.
People say he won't settle down;
he fidgets too much, he's such a clown.
They say he argues, finds flaws in each word.
He tries to explain how the world is absurd.
He thinks too much, worries more.
A tornato may come or there may be a war.
He loves his family wants to be smart,
does "nothing right" and hurts in his heart.
He needs to be loved, honest and real.
He needs to be taught its okay to feel.
I can't keep him safe in a Mother's embrace,
despite the pain I often see on his face.
He think's he's "dumb", but he's too wise.
he says he's "scared" with couragous eyes.
The world can't yet see all that he holds
a bright sense of hummor, a heart of gold.
Soon he will grow and maybe "sit still"
but what of the world he lives in until.
I only can smile and tell him I care,
remind him he's good and ruffle his hair.
Someday he'll argue and people will see
that what's now a disorder was meant to be.
He'll learn from the label he wears each hour
that challenging doubt gives a soul power.
for Travis from Mom...
God is seen always in a child's eyes