Category: Poem

  • by: Anna Liza Diomampo Santos It isn’t just a tantrum, Nor a spoiled child. It’s not just— SCREAMING BITING STIMMING OVERWHELMED It’s a language never spoken, A communication never had. When something is wrong, I can’t figure it out. I’m a mother—your MOM— HELPLESS GUILTY ANXIOUS SCARED It’s a reality I must embrace, No time…