remembering your first steps
remembering the impulse flight response unexplained
for so long

remembering your first hug
remembering the merciless anxiety that had you cling
for so long

you may one day know
(you may never know)
how empty my life's purpose before you came to be

you may one day know
(you may never know)
how each and every triumph forever changes me

your victories transcend all understanding
your accomplishments surpass all scope of imagination
and on darkest days, your voice sings to my spirit
"M-A-L-C-O-L-M spells Malcolm"
translation: it's going to be alright

now, you speak!
boldly, assertively, confidently
and they stare
they don't know

now, you leap!
grandly, fiercely, but willing to be reigned
yet they stare
they don't know

now, you bid me farewell..
as often as you clasp my waist
still they stare
they don't know
(Lord, they don't know)

but for me
I will celebrate every victory
with a parade of my best intentions
and floats decorated with my love
and bands trumpeting all my dreams for you

and I will sing this song,
a song for Malcolm
with a choir of God's angels

and if autism leads you to echo
then sing loudly,
sing proudly
my beautiful boy