Broken Wings 

Oh my dear little fledgling  

in anxiety you lie,

your feathers ruffled fearing

but my love will help you fly.

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Oh my dear little darling,

your chirping cannot be heard,

non verbal you screech and flap

my beautiful baby bird.

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Oh my dear little chick chick

in your disability,

I see the things you can do

and your possibility

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Oh my dear little beauty

broken wings will matter not,

because you try in earnest

to build on the skills you’ve got.

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You’ll always be my baby

my true love is guiding you,

spinning in your autism

in happiness flapping too.

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©Jacqui Slade

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