Monday 14 January 2013

Screw You Autism

I see it in the way you play
When sparks of joy turn ashen grey
Your reason falters; wind-tossed hay
Alice and flamingo croquet
Certainty the cat will stray
Thoughts as yet but still halfway...
We hug. I make it go away
I wouldn’t have you any other way.
It is what makes you, you.


  1. Lovely of you to say so, Jan. It was (obviously) a scribbled-on-fag-packet effort though.