my only hope is that Sleep will find him.
tuck him gently in her long, scarless arms
to rest his constant mind. arms pale as this
paper – pure as your snow. Sleep will sing him
the sweetest songs to take away his bad
thoughts; erase the memories of the day
gone wrong. whisper affectionately in
his ear that he his good, he is strong, and
that he is loved. as I move away from
his now shut door, I pray that Sleep comes for
him. whisks him away to a place where he
does extraordinary things; after
all, dreamland is an even playing field.
no worries for me in that hopeful place.
my only wish is that Sleep finds him, and
after that time, she then remembers me.
Oh, I love this one. I too have a teen whose autism rages are utterly exhausting and crippling. Thank you for sharing your talent.
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Thank you so much! Yes, it’s both exhausting and crippling – my 2 favorite words to describe it.
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