Redefining Typical

A Mother, A Son, A Journey…..with Autism

Now I lay me March 14, 2013

Nighttime.

It is my sacred time with my little boy.

And tonight I lie with him under his green, white, and blue comforters.

His warm hand touches mine.

Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse rest between our heads.

And I ask him.

Dawson, should we say our prayers?

His voice reassuring.

Yes.

And he starts.

His words.

Mumbled.

But as clear to me as a choir singing Joyful, Joyful.

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Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

God bless.

Mommy.

Daddy.

Margaret-Ann.

Na Na and Pop.

Grammie and Joe Joe.

And the mobile.

The balls.

The slide.

Grandma.

Kate.

And the mobile.

And Maggie.

Luke.

Ben.

Bella.

And the cup.

And the apple.

And the sun.

And the balls.

And the mobile.

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His prayer fills the space that is his room.

His words cover the toys and pacis that lay on his floor.

And in the stillness that my son has taught me to hold.

He whispers.

And bless all the peoples that needs the help.

Amen.

Copyright Cheairs Graves March 13, 2013

 

 

 

One Response to “Now I lay me”

  1. Diane Says:

    Such special moments, gotta love that sweet little boy!!


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