My little brother, Issac

Flip, bounce, flip, bounce, flip

Repetitive patterns of play

No voice

No awareness of mom

No fighting with sister

Trapped in his own mind

No hello

No goodbye

Colors are grey

Sounds are dull

Does he hear me?

Does he know me?

My heart is silent

He is my only brother

Issac...

I know you can hear me

Issac...

Please know that I love you