He is a teacher of my heart…
This precious little child
Just barely the age of seven
Oh, How he makes me smile!
He cannot tell us how he feels
No words or songs to sing
I embrace his emotions… of autism
With the deepest of sincerity
Working in the tiny classroom
It is my heartfelt journey
With which I humbly seek
Helping those along life’s way
That cannot walk… read or speak
I’m just a Special Education aide
No frills adorn my name
Still a caring and devoted teacher…
To them all… just the same
And I vowed long ago to teach and protect
Helping those… that I should meet
Then I watched her on that day…
Raise her hand to slap his face
I sadly counted one… then I added three
Standing up… I walked their way
Knowing this has to stop… with me
I looked at her and shook my head… No
As I pulled her hands away
They said that she was overwhelmed that day
“Burned out”… That’s what they say
Yet, it was her choice…
She was the adult… she could have turned…
And walked away”
I cannot believe… what I now hear
From what is told… has happened for many years
Possibly… to my own beautiful child
With angers painful grip upon my heart…
I try to wipe away my tears
They are allowing her to resign
With a sadden heart… I deeply sigh
Will it then be your Special Child?
Her hurtful hands… will find?
Disgust and disbelief…
Held within my heart and daily thoughts
At night when I try to sleep…
I constantly turn and I toss
For what if this had been their child?
Would justice… then be sought?
I could have just looked away
Like many… sweeping it under the rug
Maybe even… turning the other cheek
Yet, when I stand before God someday
I know of that moment…
With me He will wish to speak