Welcome to my poetry corner — a space where I pour the deepest parts of my heart into words. These poems capture the emotions, fears, hopes, and quiet moments of our autism journey. Each piece is a reflection of love, growth, and the beauty found in understanding.
Until You Stand Where I Have Stood
I held him close that morning, whispered softly, “I love you.”
His eyes were kind, his smile so bright — my sweetest dream come true.
Off to the doctor we went, to be sure he was well and strong,
But something deep inside me whispered, something feels wrong.
They said, “It’s simple — routine — a necessary good for all.”
They never said that 911 would be the number I’d later call.
I trusted in their system, believed they truly cared,
But the risks they knew were hidden — truths they never shared.
I watched his body tremble, saw his eyes roll back,
And in that fleeting moment, my world turned cold and black.
My heart fell into pieces; a sight too much to bare,
A day that started so bright ended in a mother's worst nightmare
They swore it was safe, that reactions were rare,
But my boy became a number in the data they declare.
Since that day, I’ve wandered paths I never thought I’d roam,
Crying out for comfort, yet feeling so alone.
They clung to their papers, their guidelines, their rules,
While I begged for answers, made to feel like the fool.
At night, I wrestled with faith and fear,
Each sunrise I fought through tears.
Every step I take now guards what can’t be replaced,
For trust once blind became heartache we faced.
I no longer live by what others say I should —
And you’ll never understand,
until you stand where I have stood.
A Mother’s Unwavering Belief
I held you first with trembling hands,
So small, so fragile, a gift in god's plan.
In a world that whispered “hard,” I heard "fight" for you
Each day I focused on believing in you
Through endless denials, through sleepless nights,
I stood resolute to be your voice through the fight.
Every “no” whispered, became my resolve,
Every tear shed, a piece to evolve.
Now you’re eighteen—handsome, strong, and so kind,
A young man crafted with heart and with mind.
The world celebrates your courage and grace,
But few understand the battle you face.
They do not see the quiet storms inside,
Lessons repeated, with nowhere to hide.
Each task, each small step, each detailed written plan,
Takes countless tries and reminders to understand
They see success; I see the fight,
The natural strength you ignite.
They see your smile, but I’ve felt your strife,
The silent hard work that defines your life.
You never give up; you do what feels true,
I’ll stand in the shadows, supporting you through.
Always by your side, your biggest fan here,
As your mom and your guide, with love that is clear.
I'll never give up, not on you, not ever,
This I hold true today and forever
You are my heart, my proudest part
Proof of why I believed in you from the very start.
The Boy Who Smiles Anyway
There’s a boy with eyes that shine bright,
Who wakes each day ready to fight—
Not with fists or rage,
But courage far beyond his age.
His world’s a maze of twists and turns,
Where every task is one he learns.
To speak a thought, to write a word,
Can take more effort than you’ve heard.
A pencil’s weight, a button’s clasp,
Each motion needs a steady grasp.
His hands might tremble, letters stray,
Yet still he writes his dreams each day.
There are doctors’ offices and waiting chairs,
Resource rooms and earnest stares,
Guided by therapists who believe in his spark,
He climbs mountains of doubts, igniting the dark.
While others race through life with ease,
He moves through storms and heavy seas.
A ball to throw, a bike to ride—
Are victories he wears with pride.
He plans, he tries, and then tries once more,
Whenever there’s need, his heart is the door.
No matter what the situation, a smile always lights his face,
Each day he finds positivity and holds it with grace.
For he reminds us, every day,
That strength is shown in our own way—
The small moments, the things we do,
The things we have, the values we hold true.
So when you meet him, take a moment to see,
The fire that glimmers, the spirit that’s free.
His heart is a beacon, a flame from the start,
Fighting for joy, for connection, for what’s in his heart
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