I’ve learned his smile can hide infection” carries so much weight. It captures how deeply we learn the people we love, beyond anything that can be Googled or explained. And that ending touches my heart: “His gift, untempered grace. My reward, unfettered intuition.”
This is so sweet. I think of my autistic grandson and how he lights up when he sees me because Gama knows the songs he loves and the games he likes to play. Precious, Chris. ♥️
People call it instinct because they don’t see the sleepless lessons behind it. I wish you never had to become this fluent, Chris. Then he smiles and all I can think is... yes, of course you know him that well.
This was so moving, Chris. “No Google search teaches the language of my son” says it all. Through intuition and the extraordinary bond you share, you and Bray have created a language of your own. One found in every change of tone, every smile, and every subtle shift in the energy of the room. This captures so beautifully just how deep intuitive communication can be. Really beautiful, heartfelt poem, thank you for sharing. And welcome to the Gratitude Junkies! 💛
Chris, this poem reveals something profound: intuition is rarely magic. It is attention refined by love. Every sleepless night, every difficult decision, every moment spent learning Bray's unique language became another layer of understanding until what others call instinct simply became fluency.
The closing image of "grateful steel-blue windows" is especially beautiful. Sometimes gratitude doesn't explain the mystery; it simply lets us see it more clearly.
Thank you for sharing both your heart and your journey.
Hi Monica! It’s been so amazing getting to cross paths and collaborate with you more and more. Thank you for seeing through to the heart of the poem. Truly appreciate you!
Beautiful poem Chris!
Thanks Shanna!
I’ve learned his smile can hide infection” carries so much weight. It captures how deeply we learn the people we love, beyond anything that can be Googled or explained. And that ending touches my heart: “His gift, untempered grace. My reward, unfettered intuition.”
Thank you so much Florence
Intuition is a beautiful gift. As caregivers I believe we are given a triple dose of this by those who watch over all.
Agreed
So beautiful Chris, the ‘grateful steel blue windows’ got me 🥹
Thank you!
Such a beautiful poem, Chris! I love the line "No Googl search teaches the language of my son." That is such a powerful line, my friend.
Thank you Eladio!
This is so sweet. I think of my autistic grandson and how he lights up when he sees me because Gama knows the songs he loves and the games he likes to play. Precious, Chris. ♥️
Awww thanks Mandy! God bless your family
I relate to this so much as my son is autistic and not conversational. It really is an intuition that we have developed as parents.
This is a beautiful poem expressing that in a tender way.
This was a great read to start my Monday, thanks Chris!
Awww thanks Jess!
People call it instinct because they don’t see the sleepless lessons behind it. I wish you never had to become this fluent, Chris. Then he smiles and all I can think is... yes, of course you know him that well.
Appreciate you so much, Asuka!
🌹 🌹 beautiful
Thank you Vicki!
you're welcome 🌹
A beautiful poem. Thank You 🙏
Appreciate you!
So beautiful
Thanks Hina!
Observation, intuition, intimacy…a different literacy indeed!
Thank you Linda!
This was so moving, Chris. “No Google search teaches the language of my son” says it all. Through intuition and the extraordinary bond you share, you and Bray have created a language of your own. One found in every change of tone, every smile, and every subtle shift in the energy of the room. This captures so beautifully just how deep intuitive communication can be. Really beautiful, heartfelt poem, thank you for sharing. And welcome to the Gratitude Junkies! 💛
Thank you so much Andrea, for that invite and the inspiration!
Chris, the emotions that surfaced for me when reading today's poem were:
1. quiet awareness
2. exhaustion
3. hidden strength
4. gratitude for small, simple joys
Thank you, Chris, for always sharing your heart with us.
Thanks so much Jeannie, for always being in my corner and being so thoughtful in how you read and interpret other people’s work. You are spot on here!
Of course! Looking forward to chatting with you next week! :)
Chris, this poem reveals something profound: intuition is rarely magic. It is attention refined by love. Every sleepless night, every difficult decision, every moment spent learning Bray's unique language became another layer of understanding until what others call instinct simply became fluency.
The closing image of "grateful steel-blue windows" is especially beautiful. Sometimes gratitude doesn't explain the mystery; it simply lets us see it more clearly.
Thank you for sharing both your heart and your journey.
We are thrilled you joined the group, Monica
Hi Monica! It’s been so amazing getting to cross paths and collaborate with you more and more. Thank you for seeing through to the heart of the poem. Truly appreciate you!
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