For B. Micah

Here is my beautiful grandson, Baric Micah. He looked like a little angel the day he was born. He had this perfect skin, golden hair and big blue eyes, but as his life progressed, at the age of 1.5 years we knew something was wrong. A few months later he was diagnosed with autism. Unfortunately, he will never be very high functioning. The whole family loves him so very, very much.

When God wants to test you, He can really test you. Our family received a diagnosis of his autism, my cancer and my son-in-law’s father’s cancer all within about 5 months. Unfortunately, his father succumbed and died later that year. But God is good. Baric is getting therapy, I am doing well after two rounds of cancer treatments, and we know that my son-in-law Jamie’s dad is with Christ because he was a follower and believer in Jesus.

Here is a poem I wrote about Baric. He at times is communicative with us and at others lost in his little autistic world.

Golden Boy
(For Baric)
What do you see
As you laugh upward
Into a sunny sky?
I sit nearby, guessing
At what flies before your face.

I sit, watching, listening as you
Play enthralled by what only,
Privileged as you are, is revealed
To you, my child.

Squealing, laughing, giggling
You jump and play.
Has Heaven opened its gates to
Dance only for you today?

Do angels wave and shout in joy
At the foot of His golden throne
Just for you alone?
Do heavenly creatures entertain you,
but by us mere mortals unknown?

I sigh heavily,
Wishing I could see and be
just as you!