In Honor of Scott

When Scott came for a visit several years ago,
I couldn't decide if he was a friend or a foe.
Our first meeting was brief, but, Oh, so exciting,
We threw food and chairs it was very enlightening.
After a few hours with Scott I was in need of a rest,
What gave me relief was that he was only  a guest (for then).

When Scott arrived back at our door we knew he had come to stay,
He beat us and tested us in every possible way.
He has made many angry and made many shed tears,
But he never lived up to my very worst fears.

As we worked with him he smacked our head
But he also learned to sign eat, please and bed.
He is eager to learn and eager to please,
Once after he hit me he signed sorry and gave me a squeeze.
He bit me and kicked me and spit in my food,
He ran through my class and was totally nude.
He has made me so angry I have wanted to scream,
But he has been so good also that I thought it a dream.
When we got beanbag chairs he wiggled, giggled all with such glee,
I wish something so simple could really thrill me.

I have a picture on my wall very special to me,
It's of scott in a chair as still and quiet as can be.
He always knows when he's pushed me just too much,
then he flashes that smile and my heart it does touch.
Scott's one of those people you either love or you don't,
He's one of those people you'll always remember or you wont.
It makes me feel good to know there are a few of us here,
Who again feel great loss and are extremely sincere.
But remember the noises, the laugh and the smiles,
And Scott will be with us across all those miles.

©1990

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