AUTISTIC AVENGER

 I am the mother of an autistic superhero,

I shine his symbol against a dark wall.

He’ll never walk, they said.

He’ll never talk, they said.

You’re wrong, I said.


They gauged his smallness.

I nurtured his growth.

He defied diagnosis and finally spoke,

I am Batman, don’t you see?

Spiderman, Superman he ran with all three.


I smothered his kryptonite.

Ignited his sparks.

Silenced the cynics who made those remarks.

I was right, I said. You just couldn’t see.

My boy can fly. When you just let him be.