“He wasn’t normal”,
Words were out without
Knowing what they meant?
I was devastated,
World seem caught up in a hurricane.
Air around me shrinked
I cried for help unable to breath.
I struggled for air,
Like a fish out of water.
She was my angel,
Winds for my boat to sail.
Every time I saw him,
My imagination swam
In the ocean with a hope,
To Get a log for support.
He wasn’t insane,
Insane or sane
Are just words to describe person.
He was lot more better than sane,
Away from trauma
Of facing wicked world.
Always in his own world.
She had a magic word called patience
And I was driven by a rush,
Eagerness to enjoy hearing first words
Spoken by him.
Days turned to months,
Months to years,
Never heard a woosh from him.
She lit joy & spirit
Postiveness in me.
The day when I heard him speak
Earth turned out to paradise
Visualized GOD in him.
Day I spent seeing him play
And work .
Felt proud knowing he was THE BEST
In his work
In a sane’s so called WORLD.
I see them both still cling
To each other
And smiling at me
With gleam and sheer happiness.
I see MY PRECIOUS CHILD
And remember my childhood
Envying his LUCK
And GIFT OF GOD.
