Saturday, 18 June 2011

A Poem for Autistic Pride Day - Prognosis

In celebration of neurodiversity, a poem ... 




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


NB. My first poetry collection, Communion, is being published by Indigo Dreams next month. This poem isn't in it.



1 comment:

  1. 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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