Autism Mom

The day begins as it always does, With the same routine as the day before. Will they be happy, or will they be mad? I make their breakfast and tend to their needs, All while trying to avoid the triggers that be. It's a game of roulette, We are forced to play. But if we are lucky, and we try really hard, The day might just end with a little smile And an overflowing heart. If you don't live it, you can't understand. Being different is easy, if Mom holds your hand.