Erik Estabrook

I'm Erik Estabrook, 22 years old, from Ft.Belvoir, VA, USA.  I've always wanted to write poetry that makes a difference and I figure this is my chance. Mainly I see poetry as a way to connect with people and inspire change. What I hope to achieve from this autism book is that the world will open its eyes to autism, and show people how to find if their child is autistic. My reason for this is that I have high-functioning autism and this wasn't discovered in me until I was 21 years old.

 

My Garden

O my garden, bloomed when you got near,
O my garden, Spring came like a chorus of wind in my ear,
O my garden, grew when I touched you,
O my garden, knew you through and through,

It shows with fire in your eyes,
every time I touched you I felt the shade of everlasting bloom,
of sunny days,

You were like a whisper that you can hardly hear,
but made me shimmer as if it was from heaven's ear,

O my garden's, been dead quite awhile,
O my garden, I still remember when it used to smile,
O my garden, causes too much pain,
O my garden, still speaks your name

Erik Estabrook ©2006