Room of Boxes

Let me sit here, just a moment

With my face hidden in hands

In the corner by the butterflies

In the sheen of the pale green

Corridors and walls

The machines beeps a mile away

You in your plastic box

I held your hand for the first time

You did not open your eyes

I closed mine

Tangles of wires in and out

To drugged to scream

Do you dream in false sleep?

Have to head back now

Follow the sound of machines

And eyes like mine

To the room of boxes

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In 2011 I became the father to a child with special needs, a different type of perfect beautiful girl to add to my equally perfect (in a normal way) son. As my journey continues I find my best way to vent my feelings good and bad is through writing. This blog is for me to get my emotions out, if this can help another family like mine it would be great. My feelings are not rare in families like mine, maybe someone seeing some of their feelings in my words will make them feel a little less alone. Please feel free to comment or contact me at anytime, I look forward to your feedback. Kelly "Boy" Dugan

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