Mama
Mama, I think in only pictures
And fight for every word.
I babble songs and stories
and dream I will be heard.
My little toys I line up
in a big parade.
I spin and dance to music,
silent in a way.
Mama, hold me close
in your heart if not your arms.
I can not bare your touch,
but I do so love your charms.
Papa, don’t be sad for me,
I believe I will be fine.
God he has his hand on me
and keeps it there all the time.
by
Robert’s Mom
1997
A. Foster
BooksbyAFoster.com
Never give up!
I wrote this when I was younger. My son had just been diagnosed. That took six months of waiting for a special doctor to take two minutes and look at my son. I knew way before that. Mom always knows even if we do not want to admit that we know.
Empowering through the Arts
Mama
Mama, I think in only pictures
And fight for every word.
I babble songs and stories
and dream I will be heard.
My little toys I line up
in a big parade.
I spin and dance to music,
silent in a way.
Mama, hold me close
in your heart if not your arms.
I can not bare your touch,
but I do so love your charms.
Papa, don’t be sad for me,
I believe I will be fine.
God he has his hand on me
and keeps it there all the time.
by
Robert’s Mom
1997
A. Foster
BooksbyAFoster.com
Never give up!
I wrote this when I was younger. My son had just been diagnosed. That took six months of waiting for a special doctor to take two minutes and look at my son. I knew way before that. Mom always knows even if we do not want to admit that we know.