Next two weeks will be full of many words here. So, for now, a little song. No big whoop.
He’s got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of nursery memories
When we didn’t know that he’d be an autistic non-verbal guy
Every time now I see his face
I wonder what thoughts lurk behind that space
And if I think too long
I’ll probably break down and cry
Oh, oh, oh sweet child of mine
Oh, oh, oh sweet love of mine
He’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
Every time that he screams or cries
I wonder where he feels pain
He touches others’ hair, he stims
It’s like a place to hide
We pray for the thunder and the rain
To quietly pass us by
Oh, oh, oh sweet child of mine
Oh, oh, oh sweet love of mine
Where do we go?
Where do we go now?
Where do we go?
Sweet child of mine
