Saturday, 18 June 2011

A Poem for Autistic Pride Day - Prognosis

In celebration of neurodiversity, a poem ... 


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,
in bathers and rubber ring.

He’s the star of the panto.

Oh no he isn’t. 


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.