The Child I Love

The Child I Love

The Child I love
Backward and untouchable
Looks like any other child
But upon closer look
There’s something different about him

He’s not your usual child
For he lives in two worlds
His own and ours
Yet he’s not fully in ours
But only physically

Try to hug him
And his world turns upside down
As though a cataclysmic event occurred in his life
Or an Earthquake shook his world
He does not desire physical affection
Yet he appreciates praise

This child of mine
I long to hug
And have the hug returned
I wish to be in the same world
He in mine and me in his

That will never be
For it seems he can’t be reached
To be hugged or be understood
Nor will he hug or understand
There is a world far bigger than his
Maybe one day he’ll seek out this world

Maybe one day
He’ll come to me
And hug me
Just because he loves me

Maybe one day
I can hug him
Just because I love him

Maybe one day
We can share each other’s joys and sorrows
Maybe one day we can share our two worlds
And others can share theirs with him