I started a 501(c)3 charity to help my son and others affected by autism. I wrote this poem to thank the many people who have helped in this mission.

People who have autism often avoid eye contact because they have a hard time focusing on just one object. When it is raining they see every rain drop - and cannot see beyond the rain...

Angels In My Path

The day my child was labeled less
my tears were hid by rain
This less then perfect child, they said
could comprehend no pain.

He'd see reflections in each drop
so many blinded sight
he could not see beyond the rain
till angels shed their light.

The day I vowed to share the gift
that God bestowed in me
Angels walked along my path
so children blind could see

My angels hid their faces
in the eyes of friends I love.
Others sat beside me...
Strangers sent from God above.

The greatest angel who was sent
to make my life worth while
was hiding in the little face
of my less then perfect child.

He taught my soul to stop and grasp
what life is truly for.
A journey faced with lessons learned
and dreams we should explore.

Together God has place us all
to make those dreams come true .
Power comes in joining hearts
that are bound to follow through.

I whisper to you, an angel sent.
Your gifts can touch their lives.
I thank you now - for helping children
with less then perfect lives.

-Amy Sellers