Sunday, 15 January 2012
A Poem by Maia Chung
When a child is born with Autism
the chances of he or she contributing to the economy is slim,
sciences say that early intervention in the Autistic brain,
increases positive chances; that due to the disorder are dim.
I wished I lived somewhere where my boy could get this help
At a decent cost,
And that others like him could also find the help; that would not make them lost.
I dream sometimes that I've moved faraway from here and all my sons
and me start a new day,
In a place configured for his needs and where we have the means to pay.
Ours is not the toughest lot to bear
But man's duty is not to judge his cross; against his fellow man's cares
These words don't make it better
But provide a vent
To keep me chugging,
And not relent.
I wish a million things each day
And one of these million wishes is: I wish that Autism was not hell to pay.