Saturday, September 20, 2008
This is a poem written by a mother about her autistic daughter. Dancing shoes she could never use...
I bought her tiny tap shoes, when she was only one
Preparing in advance for the many years of fun
Dance Recitals, Music lessons, bike rides in a park
Many things were thought of, before the dream went dark
They put her on a school bus; those tap shoes never worn
The baby on commute - the mother left to mourn
A team of pros will do the job that I was meant to do
Trying to be grateful, but there’s much resentment too.
I wanted to be the one - to hold her hand day long
To teach the ABC’s and the Old MacDonald song
Shouldn’t it be I - who can comfort any tears
Knew what hurt, knew what scared, knew what caused the fears.
The piano is now out of tune, it’s keys covered with dust.
The bicycle we’d thought she’d ride, has given way to rust.
A yard sale this October, found those tap shoes on the table
Boldly written was one dollar, on a sticky label.
The family who had found them, was tickled with their buy
Tap shoes never worn, for their little girl to try
I watched that family unknowingly, put “IT” in their trunk
“IT”, was my dream and I sold it for a buck.
By Susan Gould; mom of Bridget Gould (dx: autism spectrum disorder)
Posted by Rivi at 10:16 pm