This is a poem for my 7 yr. old grandson, Sammy.  He has Autism, and some days are rough for him.

Missing Piece

The symbol for Autism is a puzzle piece,

As if something's missing, something's missing.

No connection, communication -

Stranger in a strange land.

But in my heart there's a piece to place,

And nothing's missing, nothing's missing.

Not when I see your sweet face -

Come, take my hand.