Sleeping beside me

Sleeping beside me, my daughter slumbers
Her toes are pointed like a dancer
I watch her breathing going up and down
A yellow patchwork quilt covers her
 - Like the still waters of  a pond

Approaching this sanctuary coldness envelopes us
Cold breath on skin-Someone is beside us
Autism roars its voice
A stone has been thrown
Ripples disturb this peaceful pond,
this peaceful moment between Mother and Child 

She violently jolts awake
screams pierce the air
Every muscle is taut with pain
Autism is breathing beside us
She clings to me- nails deep into my skin
Her ankles are hurting-
All she can say is Bugs bugs!

I massage her calves
where the muscle cramps are
It is 3 in the morning 
Afraid to sleep she  plays

Cinderella Twist in Time for the third time
She plays in the loose change
as she piles it on the floor puzzle
all the while walking barefoot
on tippy toes

There will be other nights
But tonight we walk on tiptoes

Angela rewritten May 2008

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