Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
He won't raise his hand in greeting
nor will wave you all goodbye,
never put his arms around you
turn his head to catch your eye.
There's no running feet on hearing
when your key turns in the door
more the squealing of his tyres
as he wheels across the floor.
All the things you think are precious
from a little boy just seven
are redeemed upon his glowing face
from a smile that's made in heaven.
Poetry Survivor
Poets choice
- COMMENTS
vrosej10almost 15 years agoI loved this. It reminds me of my son, who is autistic. Did I catch your drift?
