Homage to Sheila

Homage to Sheila

Sheila was an aide at the Home of the Innocents. She was working that first day when we took Lew from the respite care home to HOTI.  That day was a fog for me.  On that day Sheila was just one of a cloud of concerned, welcoming faces we encountered.  Over the months...
His Gifts

His Gifts

I have a first-born son Who is severely disabled But he brings great gifts to me. He brings to my life Sweetness. He looks at me. He fully accepts me as I am. He knows what love is And because of him I do, too. He brings to my life Focus. He points my life in new...
The Poem I Said I Would Never Write

The Poem I Said I Would Never Write

Every mother of a child who is disabled has at least one poem in her about her child, about the smile, the radiance, the beauty, the joy, the gifts, the focus, the new friends, the new purpose. And every mother of a child who is disabled has seen them all: they get...