continued from this poetic life. My eldest son is a serious and sensitive old soul. He is a poet too and had his first poem published last year, aged 11. He is studing Gilgamesh in school, his school being a Steiner school recognises his age as a stage of embarking on a journey. This journey promises more turbulence for my son than most I fear. He was diagnosed with Asperger’s some time ago, and now more than ever as each day brings signs of the changes to come, of the journey he must face I become increasing concerned for his ability to face the storm that is the social world of the teen. I hope that the fact that he has begun to write poetry will help him to sort through issues and problems in his mind when things arise that he does not want to discuss with me or his Dad (as I’m sure they will)
