Diagnosis - a long time coming

Got my four year old’s diagnoses last week, now I’m officially part of the group— it’s bittersweet. I saw a post the other day that I can no longer find with a poem “two students”(?) that I thought was beautiful. So as a fellow non-poet, I thought I would post the poem I wrote over two years ago, when everyone was still dismissing our concerns.

—— cowpoke—

It’s when you’re tired
That my trachea buzzes
My chest, worn
Knowing

screech
spin
“food”
Again and again
Gaze past the page
Head back
Utter rage

Next day,
Still delayed
Beautiful, rare smile