I look at my son looking at me,
And my blue eyes are reflected back to me.
That smile of his that everyone loves,
Comes to him from my Dad above.
He laughs out loud, and I hear my brother,
Or maybe it could be my mother.
I see that glint of shyness in his eyes,
from his Dad it comes, that look so wise.
My son is Autistic, but does that matter?
To me the deep love I have for him,
Autism is not a barrier.
Sometimes, life for Chris can be a challenge.
I have seen his despair, his pain, his seclusion,
But to think Autism is a disease,
that to me is just an illusion.
Bleach, MMS inflicted on some like my son,
It stabs at my heart,
It makes me want to take him and run ….
MMS – BLEACH! to me in not a treatment, or cure.
It is torture, and abuse,
to those so vulnerable and pure.
My wish for our world is for love and acceptance.
Please remember, Autism acceptance,
It comes from our hearts,
it brings us all closer, it should not push us apart.
My blue eyes are reflected back to me
by Diana Gibbons