White Picket Fences & other myths!

This poem, was written for me i'm sure! Sally Meyers has an autistic son and writes inspiring Poetry. I love her writing. It helps me when i'm down and having a bad "asperger's day" and as i've had quite a few these last few week, i felt it time to drag out her book of poems to get me through this week.. I'm going to be sharing her work a little bit this week so watch out! This is my Aspie boy! Cameron...nearly 12, going into highschool next year, full on, drives me mental BUT he's my Aspie boy and I loves him and his little eccentricities, without them, he wouldn't be HIM and now i feel a layout coming on OH BOY lol...

There are days when I feel alone

when life is so different

than I imagined.

Of course I wanted thewhite picket fence,

the two kids,and the dog.Who doesnt?

But dreams are like that,

they disapear in the morning of life,

and we wake to reality.

with a thumpas we fall

out of ourbed of roses.

Is it silly to still dream?

is it naiveto ponder?

I sit sometimes on my porch

when the house is still, reflecting on these last few years,

when that little boywandered into our lives.

Oh how he wanders!l

ike a pixie, an elf,

a wonderful little creature

who fascinates andterrifies us all.

Who can know him?

does he know himself?

Who is he, and where is the key

to unlock,

to discover,

to hold,

and to find?

Oh yes, I wanted it all back then,

before he came,

I didn't realize that his coming would change me so,

that a small boy could work his way into my heart,

twisting it somewhat tearing it sometimes,

but finding his place, nonetheless.

And I still can dream,

despite the sadness,

in spite of the pain,

I dream in color now,

back then it was all

blackand whitepicket fences.

Asperger's is not the end of the World. . . .

just the beginning of a new one.

(copyright. 1999. Sally Meyer)