Monday, 30 May 2011
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Autistic Lives Lost - A Memorial Day Poem
Who Mourns For The Wandering Child
~ An Autism Memorial Day Poem ~
by SockitmamaWho mourns for the wandering child,
moving blissfully away, going deeper
with the asphalt, into the woods.
Leaves sink into the mud
where a wanderer once stood,
nighttime falls, cold scatters with
fangs and the howls of wolves.
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Who mourns for the runner
on sensory fire
towards carbon black, quick and light.
Can’t catch me, don’t even try!
Stop-go, green-light, reds lights flashing
No match for tire tracks,
the funeral hearse passing.
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Who mourns for the eloper
without fear in their feet,
door locked, window screen
down, unseen.
To the bank, to the shore, to
the waves up to knees,
a body tangled in the dirty seaweed.
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I mourn. A mother. Me.
Chasing, with rapid heart, toes
fleeing towards the freeway,
towards the woods,
into the sea.
And, hope that God sees this. And, that he
hasn’t forgotten me.
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Outside of abuse and neglect, wandering, running and elopement are the most common causes of death of persons with autism because many lack a sense of fear or danger.
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Comments (2)
Such an important message! A reminder to all parents of children with Autism ~ if you don't have a First Responder's Information Sheet, DO IT NOW!!!! This contains important information for your local Fire, EMS, and Police Departments ~ a current picture of your child, height, weight, allergies, prescriptions currently taking, emergency contact information, what your child is afraid of, what the First Responders should do upon locating your child, etc!!!! Please drop this information sheet off to your local First Responders, and keep it updated. My child is also a runner, and non-verbal.
That was incredibly touching and extremely well written. My son has not been diagnosed because he is too small, but our doctors fear that he may be autistic. This poem has really touched home.