Prognosis
for J and S
No functioning intelligence.
No meaningful relationships.
Mute. Forever closed off from the world.
I remind myself of this
as my daughter
bounds across the concourse,
waving her essay on Citizen Kane,
as my son delivers his lines,
word-perfect,
in bathers and rubber ring.
He’s the star of the panto.
Oh no he isn’t.
OH YES HE IS!!
Deborah Harvey © 2010 , 2011
This poem just makes me smile. Ah doctors, what do they know, really??? they simply don't account for belief and persistence and bloody-minded determination. Not to mention children who don't know they're not supposed to thrive.
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