My Teacher, My Son

It's been thirty-two years almost to the date
when unbeknownst to me, He sealed my fate.
 
A baby boy was born, you see;
a special child was born to me.
 
We changed him.  We fed him.  We cooed to him sweetly.
We hugged him.  We kissed him.  We dressed him so neatly.
 
We took him for walks.  We bathed him at night.
We taught him to talk.  We hoped he was bright.
 
The hair on his head shone like spun gold,
by this time, you see, he had turned three years old.
 
My sweet little boy had a beautiful face,
but I started wondering, "Where is his place?"
 
"He's not like to others.  Something's not quite right."
"Autistic," said doctors.  That was my plight!
 
To whom could I turn?  Where could I go?
My hot tears would burn.  I just did not know.
 
Then one day a friend with whom I was staying
said, "Listen to me.  Why don't you start praying?"
 
"But that's not my way.  It's not what I choose.""
"Try it", she said. "You've nothing to lose.""
 
The road I now travel is a quite different one.
And who is my teacher?  You guessed it, my son!

His soul is quite special.  With him I have soared.
He's shown me the way back home to The Lord.