Saturday, April 24, 2010

Aspies

Alice and I are at the park today. The park is filled with cute little girls for her to play with. Too bad that when any of the cute little girls comes over to play with her she’d says “No kid, I don’t like kids.” Oh the joys of life with my Aspie child. Aspie is the sweet cute term for kids with Asperger’s syndrome. Kids like my daughter prefer to play with adults instead of kids, eccentric kids who do not enjoy playing the ways that most kid’s play. Kid’s who at times act like little adults. My sweet girl does at times play with new kids especially if her brother is around. Unfortunately he is not around today and she is snarling and barking at innocent kids all afternoon long.


Then I noticed another serious looking little girl. She looks a few years older than Alice and is standing on top of the slide glowering down at the other kids. I see two smiling girls approach her and she waves them away like mosquitoes. I smile; maybe Alice will have a play mate after all? When Alice is drinking her juice I walk over and climb on to the play structure and stand nest to this peculiar kid and said hello.

She says “I went to the Museum of Fine Arts yesterday and saw a sword that belonged to real samurai and the whole suit of armor that they wore from Edo period…” and she went on and on. Like a little adult. I smiled. I ask.

“Do you like playing with other kids?”

“Well” She thinks she frowns.” I do like one friend named Daniel sometimes.” She speaks with no emotion and she never looks me in the eye. I am thrilled I am sure that I have found another Aspie girl! I am so excited I ask my new friend where her family is sitting. I can’t wait to meet her mom I have been dying to meet another family going through what we are. The girl and I walk over to meet her, but there is no her. It’s a dad is reading a java book, no not as coffee book, a high tech manual. I am standing there realizing that I have no idea how to ask him if his daughter has Asperger’s syndrome. Can you walk up and point out that someone’s kid has an autism spectrum disorder? I kind of hint around that our daughter’s are alike. He has no clue. On the other hand he is the one sitting in a park on a beautiful day reading a computer technical manual? The dad probably has it to.

Now I am standing there staring at him with nothing to talk about. I ran over their all excited to meet him and now I am standing there trying to think of a fake reason why I am there. Ok heck if he has Asperger’s he has no idea that we are in an uncomfortable situation. I smile and Alice runs over and ignores the kid and falls in love with the Father. I eventually have to drag her kicking and screaming all the way home.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Baby Jennifer 1969


















Conceived in sin
Breeding humiliation
Her family’s dishonor
Growing inside her
Leaving nothing
For her baby
Nothing but shame.

A nuisance is born
Crying naively
For comfort
Innocently waiting
To be claimed
disregarded
Thrown away.

The nuisance returns
A grown woman
Wearing your face
This familiar stranger
Once left broken
Lays forgiveness
At your door.

You invite her inside
Uncomfortable smiles
Shielding secrets
Protecting Wounds
Underneath
Polite façades.

Formalities
Give way
Under the weight
Of regret and sorrow
Their is Love
Claimed at last
The baby
Is finally
home.

Comfortable
Kind of family
She mistakes
herself at home
She falters
Just onc moment
Just long enough
To throw her out
And lock the door.

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