Broken Wings 

Oh my dear little fledgling  

in anxiety you lie,

your feathers ruffled fearing

but my love will help you fly.


Oh my dear little darling,

your chirping cannot be heard,

non verbal you screech and flap

my beautiful baby bird.


Oh my dear little chick chick

in your disability,

I see the things you can do

and your possibility


Oh my dear little beauty

broken wings will matter not,

because you try in earnest

to build on the skills you’ve got.


You’ll always be my baby

my true love is guiding you,

spinning in your autism

in happiness flapping too.


©Jacqui Slade