When you have meltdowns and fire and discord in your soul
And raging from the core, find my soft look
And slowly calm and get off the path took
You find your way and fury does go
How I love your moments of pure delight
And find the beauty with love true and true
My one one heart loves my child that is you
And spites the sorrows of your fearsome fight
And not seeing down the curving road
Sigh, a little, sadly, how love prevails
And face toward the mountains autism entails
And find your story amidst many told.
Note: This poem is one I wrote to kick off my week long series on meltdowns. I wish I could say the poem is an original, but must admit it is a derivative of W.B. Yeats' work When you are Old. I bought a book of his poetry while visiting his hometown in Sligo, Ireland and found his poem about unconditional love to be endearing.