Re: poem written by my daughter about her brother

[Guest guest]

I love the last lines-

“1 in 150 is the statistic

Now my poor brother is autistic”

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hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote about

Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you

are me a box of them.

Autism Boy

His eyes are lost

his heart is gone

covered in frost

is this song

his life is broken

and so is mine

nothing is spoken

itâ•˙s so unkindâ•œ

the shots that harmed him

could not be heard

yet they stole his future

and took all his words

I cry every night

Iâ•˙m sure he would too

but through those blank eyes

thereâ•˙s no life coming through

the fault is not his

for itâ•˙s a disease

God, wonâ•˙t you help him please

one in one fifty is the statistic

now my poor brother is autistic

by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

for me to give to some of the people in DC

[Guest guest]

Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful. Amazing insight is

something many of our kids that are siblings have. Our son wrote a

paper for his Junior English final that was to be about the most

influencial person in his life and he picked his brother with

autism. It's an amazing piece and very eye opening for us as well.

He also was just chosen the most outstanding student in his Senior AP

Psychology class. Must be from living with this most his life. It's

made him a very empathetic and compassion young man. Great kid and

has really assisted his brother greatly by mentoring him in many ways.

Cg

>

> hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote

about

> Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if

you

> are me a box of them.

>

> Autism Boy

>

> His eyes are lost

> his heart is gone

> covered in frost

> is this song

> his life is broken

> and so is mine

> nothing is spoken

> it’s so unkind…

> the shots that harmed him

> could not be heard

> yet they stole his future

> and took all his words

> I cry every night

> I’m sure he would too

> but through those blank eyes

> there’s no life coming through

> the fault is not his

> for it’s a disease

> God, won’t you help him please

> one in one fifty is the statistic

> now my poor brother is autistic

>

> by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

>

> She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

> for me to give to some of the people in DC

>

[Guest guest]

Carolyn,

Tell your son CONGRATS from all of us. You must be so proud.

Many times I look at your sons (I’ve met both of them) and think how sad

It is that my son is an only child.

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Thank you for sharing this. It is beautiful. Amazing insight is

something many of our kids that are siblings have. Our son wrote a

paper for his Junior English final that was to be about the most

influencial person in his life and he picked his brother with

autism. It's an amazing piece and very eye opening for us as well.

He also was just chosen the most outstanding student in his Senior AP

Psychology class. Must be from living with this most his life. It's

made him a very empathetic and compassion young man. Great kid and

has really assisted his brother greatly by mentoring him in many ways.

Cg

>

> hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote

about

> Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if

you

> are me a box of them.

>

> Autism Boy

>

> His eyes are lost

> his heart is gone

> covered in frost

> is this song

> his life is broken

> and so is mine

> nothing is spoken

> itâ•˙s so unkindâ•œ

> the shots that harmed him

> could not be heard

> yet they stole his future

> and took all his words

> I cry every night

> Iâ•˙m sure he would too

> but through those blank eyes

> thereâ•˙s no life coming through

> the fault is not his

> for itâ•˙s a disease

> God, wonâ•˙t you help him please

> one in one fifty is the statistic

> now my poor brother is autistic

>

> by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

>

> She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

> for me to give to some of the people in DC

>

[Guest guest]

Great poem. What a special girl.

Congrats on your son doing so well.

>

> hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote about

> Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you

> are me a box of them.

>

> Autism Boy

>

> His eyes are lost

> his heart is gone

> covered in frost

> is this song

> his life is broken

> and so is mine

> nothing is spoken

> it’s so unkind…

> the shots that harmed him

> could not be heard

> yet they stole his future

> and took all his words

> I cry every night

> I’m sure he would too

> but through those blank eyes

> there’s no life coming through

> the fault is not his

> for it’s a disease

> God, won’t you help him please

> one in one fifty is the statistic

> now my poor brother is autistic

>

> by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

>

> She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

> for me to give to some of the people in DC

>

[Guest guest]

-- I had to get a box. What a girl. She sounds like my son's 16 year old sister. What is so amazing about her is that she brings her teenage friends to our house, has movie night with my son (10 years old -- he has no friends). I'm glad my daughter has lots of friends who are boys of all varying interests so my son gets exposed to more than women, which seems to be too much as far as I am concerned.RoxSubject: Re: poem written by my daughter about her

brotherTo: EOHarm Date: Monday, June 2, 2008, 12:58 AM

Great poem. What a special girl.

Congrats on your son doing so well.

>

> hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote about

> Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you

> are me a box of them.

>

> Autism Boy

>

> His eyes are lost

> his heart is gone

> covered in frost

> is this song

> his life is broken

> and so is mine

> nothing is spoken

> it’s so unkind…

> the shots that harmed him

> could not be heard

> yet they stole his future

> and took all his words

> I cry every night

> I’m sure he would too

> but through those blank eyes

> there’s no life coming through

> the fault is not his

> for it’s a disease

> God, won’t you help him please

> one in one fifty is the statistic

> now my poor brother is autistic

>

> by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

>

> She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

> for me to give to some of the people in DC

>

[Guest guest]

Kudos to your daughter! That was a great poem. I have to rush off to find a tissue, because I did not heed your warning and do not have one at hand. Arghh! Autism Boy? How did she come up with the title for her poem? I would love to hear more about how your daughter came up this poem about her brother, I know that my youngest son hates to hear any innuendoes that he "has autism". Aasa"rachel.hellewell" wrote: hey guys-I thought I would share this poem

my 13 year old wrote about Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you are me a box of them. Autism BoyHis eyes are losthis heart is gonecovered in frost is this songhis life is brokenand so is minenothing is spokenit’s so unkind…the shots that harmed himcould not be heardyet they stole his future and took all his wordsI cry every nightI’m sure he would toobut through those blank eyesthere’s no life coming throughthe fault is not hisfor it’s a diseaseGod, won’t you help him pleaseone in one fifty is the statisticnow my poor brother is autisticby Lacey Hellewell 13 years oldShe is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter for me to give to some of the people in DC

[Guest guest]

Kudos to your daughter! That was a great poem. I have to rush off to find a tissue, because I did not heed your warning and do not have one at hand. Arghh! Autism Boy? How did she come up with the title for her poem? I would love to hear more about how your daughter came up this poem about her brother, I know that my youngest son hates to hear any innuendoes that he "has autism". Aasa"rachel.hellewell" wrote: hey guys-I thought I would share this poem

my 13 year old wrote about Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you are me a box of them. Autism BoyHis eyes are losthis heart is gonecovered in frost is this songhis life is brokenand so is minenothing is spokenit’s so unkind…the shots that harmed himcould not be heardyet they stole his future and took all his wordsI cry every nightI’m sure he would toobut through those blank eyesthere’s no life coming throughthe fault is not hisfor it’s a diseaseGod, won’t you help him pleaseone in one fifty is the statisticnow my poor brother is autisticby Lacey Hellewell 13 years oldShe is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter for me to give to some of the people in DC

[Guest guest]

Thanks . Yes is graduating this Saturday and heading

off to college. Another transition that will be interesting to see.

Nick already has some plans for his room. He wants to make it into

a " teen pad " as he called it. We are definately lucky and it is

amazing to see these kids grow and become independent, even our kids

with autism.

Carolyn

> >> >

> >> > hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old wrote

> > about

> >> > Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or

if

> > you

> >> > are me a box of them.

> >> >

> >> > Autism Boy

> >> >

> >> > His eyes are lost

> >> > his heart is gone

> >> > covered in frost

> >> > is this song

> >> > his life is broken

> >> > and so is mine

> >> > nothing is spoken

> >> > it’s so unkind…

> >> > the shots that harmed him

> >> > could not be heard

> >> > yet they stole his future

> >> > and took all his words

> >> > I cry every night

> >> > I’m sure he would too

> >> > but through those blank eyes

> >> > there’s no life coming through

> >> > the fault is not his

> >> > for it’s a disease

> >> > God, won’t you help him please

> >> > one in one fifty is the statistic

> >> > now my poor brother is autistic

> >> >

> >> > by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

> >> >

> >> > She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and

Porter

> >> > for me to give to some of the people in DC

> >> >

> >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Oh my, I need a hankie. What a talented kid......

P.S. -- I hate crying along with my first cup of coffee of the day!!

I'm a puddle of mush now.

> hey guys-I thought I would share this poem my 13 year old

wrote about

> Porter before he started to recover. Warning--find a tissue-or if you

> are me a box of them.

>

> Autism Boy

>

> His eyes are lost

> his heart is gone

> covered in frost

> is this song

> his life is broken

> and so is mine

> nothing is spoken

> it’s so unkind…

> the shots that harmed him

> could not be heard

> yet they stole his future

> and took all his words

> I cry every night

> I’m sure he would too

> but through those blank eyes

> there’s no life coming through

> the fault is not his

> for it’s a disease

> God, won’t you help him please

> one in one fifty is the statistic

> now my poor brother is autistic

>

> by Lacey Hellewell 13 years old

>

> She is going to send copies of it with a picture of her and Porter

> for me to give to some of the people in DC

>