Asperger

about my son

the speedphone in your head

sparky and light trailed

as a dancer with closed steps

you open doors in the night

sometimes a ghost, a lost thought

your pages are torn and mixed

you`re a burnt nut,a failed paperchase

of loose clues, brillant and wild,

running with the comets to dawn

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

The empathy and understanding of your son's unique view of the world is the most amazing part of this poem. With your permission, and of course giving you full credit and your name, might I share this with a friend of mine whose daughter lives in that speedphone world?