Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash
I want to thank everyone again for your kind and encouraging comments. I must admit that I had no idea that this poem would have the impact on others that it evidently had. I am gladdened on two counts: (1) that I can write a sonnet (something the Forum taught me to do correctly ... must mean its working ), and (2) that others could be encouraged by my experiences with my oldest son.
Most of us, I think, write poetry to give our thoughts, feelings and experiences and home. It is an added blessing when others are encouraged or inspired by our poetry.
My oldest son is 4-1/2 years old and is autistic. He rarely uses language practically and has never spoken in a complete sentence, sung his favorite song, or told me what was going on in his own little world. We actually compliment each other quite well, considering I don't know when to shut up. But dispite all of this, we still have a wonderful connection (I assume this was communicated well enough in the sonnet). I am convinced that any parent would feel the same way and do the same things under similar circumstances if they let themselves love their child(ren).
Thanks again, all of you, for your comments.
"If I rest, I rust." - Martin Luther
[This message has been edited by jbouder (edited 12-31-1999).]