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We wrote with black marker on the skin of your chest.

Letters of your name:

first, last.

Underneath, our home phone number.


Your first trip alone without parent or aide,

A beautiful, distracted, autistic first-grader.

After you left,

We unsuccessfully throttled our panic.


Time has wheeled by, between that day and this.

Years filled with laughter — frustrations, too.

Days of  learning about hearts and brains:

yours, ours.


Today, you paused on the high school’s steps.

Stopped to wave, gave a little smile, and then you were gone.

I saw the shadow of your six year-old smile and your six-foot-frame.

My moment of unbridled happiness.



  1. Gosh, you sure do know how to make a girl cry! That’s just beautiful

  2. beautiful, annie

  3. sweet tears

    beautifully said


  4. Thanks for the kind comments, y’all!

  5. Wow…and thanks for sharing!

  6. I love how “high school’s steps” sounds along with the idea of pausing. You’re a great lady.

  7. Beautiful, Annie…just beautiful.

  8. Somehow, my subscription to your blog broke. I’m really glad I read back this far. This post made me really, really happy.

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