For Cohen

My son is 4 years old, he has moderate to severe autism. He is non verbal, and we fight the hard fight daily. Without him and his brother Harrison, I would give up. They truly are my reason.

I see a world of wonder behind dark brown eyes. A smile that could melt the coldest of ice. Hair that burns brighter then the setting sun. A face of a cherub. In moments of quiet stillness. usually when the night is creeping in, I get a sense of secret knowledge that only you are privileged to keep. The way you line up and move each piece. I know things are happening, your language is clear to you. I long and wait for my invite, to this private party in that world of yours. The world seems so simple, yet vexing in its ways. The things I fear, I leave at the door. You are perfect in all ways, I wish I could make all the pieces fit. Make that voice a little louder. Give you the power to stand tall. To share that inside joke, the one I catch you giggling about. You have the power to right all Mommy's wrongs, to change my world from dark to light. I just keep hoping mommy has the energy to keep fighting your fight.