Soup is on
Consistency, a flavored matter,
dribs and drabs within the pot.
Smoldering lumps within the liquid,
his eyes of brown know not the difference.
Savored meal at docile mouth,
lips to taste with finicky wisps.
Not a word, of his, is spoken
through swirls and sweeps
of heaping servings.
Napkin at his fingertips,
spoon held limp within his hand.
Eyes say more than I could hear,
dribbling down his chin, in chunks.
Windows of his soul, at sail
across the bubbling surface, dancing
eyes that focus in one direction,
seeing more than I can view.
In this state, documented,
the diagnosis signed and singed
and in my lap, his unmoving form,
smiling at the soup’s reflection.
Soup is on and ways are shown
to allow him growth with dignity.
Stone soup singing with its beauty,
my son, autistic, is still so loved.
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The Stone Soup Group is a non-profit agency that assists children that have various disabilities, such as autism.
http://www.stonesoupgroup.org/aboutus.html
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Wow. What a beautiful and poignant tribute to the difficult reality you must live with. I know someone likewise and wish to just get through. Very lovely how this builds the case intriguingly, finally closing with the explanation, a very tender portrait of a hard reality. I like it very much. Excellent with wonderful imagery.
hey, richard, don't remember if i read you before or not. anyway - good job. i wish it to be a shorter read, but still a very good fucking job.
A very worthy poem Richard. Soup is as prolific as Poetry in our Family. I like it much ! Philip I last year wrote a anthology of Soups...I have a mind to re-post it.
A very emotive and tenderly penned poem, Richard. You raise the reader's awareness of life lived by an autistic person, so adored and loved. Your beautiful son is a very special gift, bless you both. He will teach you much about unconditional love and be very perceptive and gifted in ways which we are not so blessed. A very compelling write, Richard. Your Fatherly love is on display throughout and also how protective you are of your beloved son. A most beautiful poem, which touched my heart and caressed my spirit as I read. Thank you for kindly sharing. It is a privilege to read. God bless you and your lovely family with the very best of His very best and most sacred blessings, always.....
It is wonderful how we look and perceive our world and those around us. It is even more wonderful when we are able to keep these pieces of time to remember as life goes on. May you always remember the beauty of those superb times of your life. A wonderful piece of penning.
A picturesque poem with parental emotions and humanistic sympathy for the disabled. It touches poetic heights with dignified diction and copious use of alliteration adding to its rhythmic beauty. I love this piece of poetry.
A tender and warm poem about an autistic child. I have noticed that your work contains a variety of tones and rhythms. Good. The line "Stone soup singing with its beauty" is interesting.
Richard, how touching and loving are your thoughts in this poem. Love speaks in a universal language and is always understoood. Smiles are like that too. The love expressed in this poem is palpable my friend. Be blest. Kate
My Nephew has a high functioning form of autism. It is a frightening disease in all its manifestations
One day at a time. Never underestimate the situation. After teaching the developmentally disabled for many years; I have to say there are some surprising times that will knock you off your feet ahead. May he find a way to live his own life as much as possible in the future. Blessings to a dad of love. That is never a mistake. Love is the greatest power on earth and everything and everyone shares its exuberance. A poet friend..RH Peat
There used to be reastaurant at Avebury called the stones and their cook book featured a recipe which started with a pebble in the pot, A dreadful condition to have to deal with may things improve for you and your son
I see you watching your lovely boy, your love for him and your angst is expressed beautifully here. Wonderful how a simple meal can bind a moment, can't say I undestand fully the stone soup in the last verse, but is it a folk story, a real recipe, a poetry group. Would be interested to find out.
very moving lines on what sounds like a great organisation, nightmute...will check out this group...