Daydreaming by Miller Laffoon

 

February 25th, 2026

I’m sitting and thinking and wondering something strange.

If a magical man came to wash my autism away,

Would I let him? I’m not so sure I would.

I think many might let him, if they could.

But mine is a flying sparrow that is loving and sweet.

It means a lot to be given special gifts that are a treat.

I sing with my mom and I read with my dad.

So much time together that I wouldn’t have had.

I have so many friends in so many places.

A group of angels with familiar, kind faces.

I appreciate studying and reading is a wonder.

I sometimes think that maybe autism isn’t a blunder.

I wouldn’t have all of this if I had a typical mind.

I might not sit and really listen and I might not have time,

To share all of my thoughts and paint the world with colors so bold,

I might not appreciate nature and be in a hurry to get old.

I might be silly and maybe I’m just plain wrong,

But I think autism is the heart and melody of my most magnificent song.