It's a poem by Sally Meyer originally published here.
Copyright 1999 Sally MeyerJUST FOR THIS DAY
Just for this morning, I am going to smile whenever I see your face
and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you wake up softly, all rumpled in your
flannel and I will hold you until you are ready.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
smile and say you're beautiful.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick
you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I am going to eat a huge breakfast, with bacon
eggs, toast and waffles, and you don't have to eat any.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
teach me how to put that 100 piece puzzle together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off, and sit with you in the garden blowing bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you
one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be
when you grow up or who you might have been before your diagnosis.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't
stand over you trying to 'fix' things.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you put all kinds of barrettes in my
hair, and put lipstick on my face, and I will tell you how pretty you
have made me look.
Just for this afternoon I will take you to McDonalds and buy us both a
Happy meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
about how you were born, and how much we love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the bathtub and not get
angry when you throw water over your sister's head.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the
porch swing and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will bring you glasses of water, and snuggle
beside you for three hours and miss my favorite show on t.v.
Just for this evening, when I kneel down to pray, I will simply be
grateful for all that I have and not ask for anything, except
just one more day.
Autism Spectrum Disorder is not the end of the World. . . .
just the beginning of a new one.
No portion of this poem may be reprinted, forwarded, or copied, without permission of the author.
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