Misshaped pieces, fitting together ever so nicely.
Perfecting the picture it is to portray.
Each piece designed to fit together,
To make a beautiful scene.
What happens when one piece doesn’t fit?
What is to become of that picture?
When a piece is missing?
It lies unfinished, untouched, forgotten over time?
Do you ever stop to think of that unfinished puzzle?
Do you ever take the time to look deeper
Into the pieces?
Did you ever think to rearrange them to
Make a better picture?
Or do you shake your head, stomp your feet,
And curse through your mouth, when the puzzle
Can’t be finished?
Perhaps the image of the pieces is not what you
Perhaps it is to be different then you imagined.
Will you accept the new picture?
Will you enjoy its beauty?
Or continue to curse the maker of the puzzle,
For forgetting a piece.
Other puzzles are complete.
Why is your different?
What was the maker thinking?
To give you an unfinished thing?
Perhaps he thought, you had the power,
The imagination, the foresight and the love,
To take an unfinished puzzle and make it a masterpiece.
A mothers view, on Autism.