My Light Sensitive Son – A Poem

My son is 12 and super sensitive to the light. The only thing I been able to do is to try to identify who he is and what he needs at different times of the year.

My Son

In January he comes to find me,
In February we like to write.
In March he likes to play outside
But by April he is nowhere in sight.
In May he shuts his curtains
And programmes his way through the day.
In June he hardly speaks,
Only Unity, C Sharp all day.
In July he likes late night picnics
And will go to the beach or the park.
In August he goes on badger hunts,
Wearing his torch after dark
In September the garden is spooky,
In October the leaves are too red,
In November he asks to do music
Now the rhythms make sense in his head.
In December he does animation
Because he can now think straight.
He creates the most heart warming stories;
It was definitely worth the wait!

Author: Jennie Williams

Hi, Welcome to my blog. I am a writer, musician, healer and teacher. Mostly my healing and teaching is expressed through my writing and music. I also enjoy doing one-to-one sessions with people helping them to find their voice, connect with their passion and be their true wonderful selves. I live by the light meaning that from when I get up the morning I have half an eye out to check what the light is doing. How I see the light affects all my choices of the day - what I wear, what I eat, what I do and how I relate to myself and other people. I hope you enjoy my blog.

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