The Perfect Child

The perfect child came into this world,
Without all his fingers and toes,
He spent days in the NICU,
Being feed through a tube in his nose.

There was one doctor after another,
So many things were wrong,
Though he didn’t understand,
The little guy stayed strong.

After all the surgeries were finished,
There seemed to be something more,
We thought he was a little behind,
Not yet crawling on the floor.

And when we reached out to him,
His arms stayed at his side,
Sometimes for no reason at all,
He would start to cry.

To the doctors we go again,
They said “This boy’s all right”,
But we knew it deep inside.
The thought kept us up at night.

Tantrums and meltdowns,
Still unable to walk,
His hand couldn’t hold a spoon,
No words, did he talk.

One day someone finally listened,
And said what was going on,
This precious child has autism,
Those doctors had been so wrong.

I see in him so many things,
That the rest of the world can’t see,
This child with so many problems,
Will always be perfect to me.

Author:  Tina Moreland


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