My mother wrote this poem for my son, it makes me cry. I had to share as I am sure it sounds like your difficult child's too: Liam A spirit wild and free, Brown eyes capture me, Loving, funny, heart of gold. Shy, innocent, mask of bold, Valiant warrior, mighty king, In fantasy, everything. A spark ignites with a roar, A raging fire, he is at war. Calm again, it all passed by, Tears, relief, a gentle sigh. A smile, all is well, Falling, falling under his spell. Whose face in him can I see? My eyes search the man, he will be. Time will lead him, to that day. For now little boy, please stay. M.M.