Week Three Entry in the Real LJ Idol Community
Our given prompt: Smile
Titled: "I Love You Still"
"You realize, if you don't help change him, he won't be successful in life," your doctor says.
And I see you, the first time you opened your baby eyes and truly smiled into mine.
"He's impulsive, but it makes him so creative!" I say.
"Yet those impulses won't help him in the real world," your doctor says
And I wonder if he knows how your first laugh was like music, the purest song I ever heard. And how with that laugh, I knew your future would be marvelous. He wasn't there, he doesn't see my amazing boy.
"I can see, don't worry, that he'll be fully capable of a high school diploma," your doctor says.
And I remember you, the little boy saying, "An astronaunt, Mommy, I'll go to the moon!" I truly believed my laughing boy could make it there, could be whoever he tried to be.
"You see, James is chronically frusterated," your doctor says.
And I remember looking at your baby face while you slept and promising to give you a happy childhood.
When, tell me when, did all our dreams melt to wet tissue?
Please, can't you tell me what happened to my little boy?
Your face contorts in anger,
Your fist slams and pounds my skin
As I remember holding out my hands to catch you during your first steps.
Son, I'd catch you now,
If I just knew where to reach.
Tell me when, oh when, did I lose your boyish heart?
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Note of explanation:
We are struggling. Our large 8 year old has ADHD and maybe Asperger's Syndrome. He ... can't seem to adjust to the world and we are trying to figure out how to help him. He can't seem to handle emotions well. Recently, my large, tall son hit me, very hard. Obviously, we need answers before he gets much bigger.
I am sad. I do all I can to be a good mother. He "seemed normal" but just hasn't ... kept developing emotionally and socially (in a way.)
I love my son. I always will.
Titled: "I Love You Still"
"You realize, if you don't help change him, he won't be successful in life," your doctor says.
And I see you, the first time you opened your baby eyes and truly smiled into mine.
"He's impulsive, but it makes him so creative!" I say.
"Yet those impulses won't help him in the real world," your doctor says
And I wonder if he knows how your first laugh was like music, the purest song I ever heard. And how with that laugh, I knew your future would be marvelous. He wasn't there, he doesn't see my amazing boy.
"I can see, don't worry, that he'll be fully capable of a high school diploma," your doctor says.
And I remember you, the little boy saying, "An astronaunt, Mommy, I'll go to the moon!" I truly believed my laughing boy could make it there, could be whoever he tried to be.
"You see, James is chronically frusterated," your doctor says.
And I remember looking at your baby face while you slept and promising to give you a happy childhood.
When, tell me when, did all our dreams melt to wet tissue?
Please, can't you tell me what happened to my little boy?
Your face contorts in anger,
Your fist slams and pounds my skin
As I remember holding out my hands to catch you during your first steps.
Son, I'd catch you now,
If I just knew where to reach.
Tell me when, oh when, did I lose your boyish heart?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note of explanation:
We are struggling. Our large 8 year old has ADHD and maybe Asperger's Syndrome. He ... can't seem to adjust to the world and we are trying to figure out how to help him. He can't seem to handle emotions well. Recently, my large, tall son hit me, very hard. Obviously, we need answers before he gets much bigger.
I am sad. I do all I can to be a good mother. He "seemed normal" but just hasn't ... kept developing emotionally and socially (in a way.)
I love my son. I always will.