Squeeeshing paint, wiggly toes!
Paint all over belly and nose.
Something fabulous is born
The moment finger paint is worn.
Like warrior paint for my warrior child
Who rocks adversity with style.
Nothing stops his spirit, his joy
Autism is his worn out toy.
Tossed to the side to make room for more
Healing and happiness, so much is in store.
Warrior paint, it’s on our souls.
It helps us to walk those burning coals.
Adversity is not a jail and
Should we view it as such, we’ll fail.
Together with our Wonderchild,
We’ll live this life, so free! So Wild!
By Amanda Hammond
www.mybeautifulpuzzle.wordpress.com
Beautiful poem, my friend!
Love this!
Thank you for saying so. 🙂