Breadcrumb #678

KOSCINA RENAUD-TATE

Mommy speaks to me every day
I look and stare
My head spins around in confusion
I move my lips
But nothing comes out 

She’d take me to the park
As I watch the kids play
I wonder if I could join
Muster up the courage to talk
But yet another failed attempt 

The kids try to play
They think I’m shy
A solitary play type of guy
Their words travel through my head
A jumbled up mix of alphabet soup
And yet again I’m stuck
Silence 

I can tell Mommy cares about me
On this nomadic journey, she left everything behind
She dealt with my aches and pains
Her hugs and kisses spoke volumes of love
And my response
Silence 

I guess Mommy got tired of this silence
As she slept in this expensive hotel suite
It crept up and haunted her at night
Money doesn’t cure all
It was a nightmare on Fifth Ave.
Something was eating at her
Silence 

She gave me a handful of candy
It wasn’t my favorite
No tangy taste or colorful wrappers
But Mommy seems to enjoy it
I’d do anything to make Mommy happy
My eyelids were weighed down
Guarding glossy eyes
Mommy hugs me tight
As she babbles in the background
Helpless and disabled
I say nothing
Silence 

Silent no longer
My presence is absent
These bouncy blond curls locked in a box
As 8 years replay in my mind
Silent no more
My voice is heard
This 7-letter word was the death of me
Silence 

[Anatomy of a Poem – Rest in Peace Jude Jordan
Autism is not the end]

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