Its time to go to Mom's House - Joe's Artwork

Yesterday, Joseph was eating lunch at CAP (his group home) waiting for me to pick him up. This is what he drew on a napkin. The staff gave it to me as a keepsake. I think its just great.

My otherworldly boy. He is a ghost. Sees the unseen, dances to music unheard, creates worlds in his mind which I cannot fathom.
He is me, and yet he is snatched away from me. I know the culprit and I refuse to make peace. But the pain of this turmoil blankets with a sluggish goo. I wallow in it unable to free my fragile wings to escape.