#WritcoPoemPrompt117
#autism.





Blue eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Comes with the twilight's roaming air...
I look out to see with a distant stare.
I think of the life that I hoped would be,
For myself and my children, and who they might be.
I failed as a mother,no longer stand tall, my failures they taunt me and make me feel small.
My boys, I imagined would run, laugh and play, had Autism steal their childhoods away.
No friendships,...