The Time Everyone Forgot

Before I get into the main topic of this post I just have to tell you one quick, totally unrelated thing. In my last blog I said that in LA I can finally wear the clothes that I used to worry were a bit too tight or revealing. This is because the wardrobe of so many women here make what I used to consider tight and revealing look down right modest. My exact words were: As long as I'm not wearing hot pants and a corset-top I'm good! Well last night I was at a red carpet event and there, standing near the VIP section, was a woman wearing hot pants and a corset top. I do love it when other people prove my points

But that's not what I'm here to write about. My 9 year old wrote a poem that I wanted to share. For it to make sense I should let you know that the Tertiary period is the period of time that occurred between the extinction of the dinosaurs and the appearance of modern man. My son, the budding paleontologist, feels that because of the lack of behemoth monsters like the T-rex and the aggressive and often destructive people of our own species the Tertiary would have been a rather quite time in our earth's history. So without further ado, here's the poem:

The time everyone forgot

No one remembers the tertiary
No one remembers the leaping lizard
No one remembers the squeaking lemurs
No one remembers the slithering snakes
No one remembers the squawking birds
No one recalls the cool breeze
No one recalls the rustling leaves
No one remembers the sound of silence
Oh the world was so peaceful at the time no one remembers

For me, this isn't just a wonderful poem, it is a victory. Not too long ago I wrote a post explaining how my son has had some health problems, neurological issues to be more specific. One of the manifestations of his condition is his difficulty in organizing his thoughts, particularly in writing. He is amazingly intelligent but with increasing frequency he found himself unable to convey his ideas in a cohesive manner. With the help of doctors we have been experimenting with different treatments and let me tell you something, nothing is worse than "experimenting" with your kid's health. But you do what you have to do and now it finally feels like we've hit a major turning point. There have been so many improvements in the last few weeks in regards to ALL of his symptoms that I couldn't even begin to list them here. And yes, I know our struggles are not over. I know that when he hits puberty we will have to reevaluate the medication and its dosage and even now I have to carefully monitor him for side effects and other new and unforeseen problems

But this poem...this poem was written totally by him without my help and it is completely cohesive. This poem represents everything that we're doing right. This poem is the reason I feel so amazingly optimistic about our future. This poem is our victory. This poem is hope.

Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
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PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
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SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING