I see you there standing on your own. I call your name, 'Ron, Ron'. But, you do not answer me.
Will you listen to me? For, I listen to you.
Your chubby hands: contriving and symbolically mouthing words you cannot. 'Mhhm Shikashu', you repeat precisely three times . Yet, nobody within these walls respond.
In context, within these walls are individuals with developmental delays including : Down Syndrome and Autism. Yet, even here your classmates/ supervisors do not answer.
Instead, they say, 'you do not like people', 'You cannot connect'. However, I am unsure.
To illustrate, it is recess and I am assigned as a monitor . Unwittingly, I am bored in my seat until you come up to me, ever so softly.
Your chubby hands squeeze my minuscule body. But, I do not express my pain. For a hug from you, is a hug I cherish, to this day.
You speak at times. Yet, they do not listen.
Indeed, I hear you mumble out scattered words. Instantly, she barks, 'Shut-up, stop speaking nonsense'. Are you really speaking "nonsense" ?
For your hands move with such enthusiasm. Try as we may, your classmates do not interest you. Instead, you mime to your imaginary friends.
I do not blame you. Your world seems fun. You certainly laugh a ton.
Once and only once, I invaded your mind. For, I mimicked your puppet sounds and hands. To my shock, you answered back.
'Hi Christine', you innocently stated. To many, this may seem inconsequential. But, a tear trailed down by cheek. Now, I know you were listening to me .
Maybe your words were always there. Likely, we were stuck in our own minds. Likely, we were stuck in our notion of words. Likely, we we too lazy to adapt to you.
Sometimes, I wonder how life will treat you beyond these walls.
Yet, I no longer volunteer in your walls. Instead, I wonder about you. Do they listen to you?
More selfishly, I wonder : Do you remember me? For I remember you. Explicitly, your smile, your laughter, and your puppet hands ring in my mind. I hope you are not calling me. For this time, I am not there to answer.