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Watching my son struggle to speak. |
| Lack of Speech I see your frustration mount As you try to speak out. The words won’t sound And you decide to pout. You get angry at yourself And take a book off the shelf. You look at the pages And it sends you into rages. You want to tell me something But the words just won’t come. You don’t know what to do How to help you, I don’t have a clue. I cry myself to sleep at night And in your every word I delight. You become violent All you want to do is vent. If only you could tell me Mommy, I want you to read to me. |