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Autism - My poem of the struggles, strengths, and

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Here is my poem (lots of parents have told me "This is our life")
AUTISM -- Inside
Sometimes as the time goes ticking by, I wait for Someone to see me... Do not get me wrong people see
me, Just not the way I feel. I do not really wish to talk To anyone, I just wish I could talk with someone. I
Live my life just as any other would do, but my home Seems to be unoccupied. The little girl you see
Sitting in the corner, she lines her Popsicle sticks In rows. And sometimes appears to ignore the fact that
You have brought her something, but she's just not aware You are near her side. At the picnic, she
mistakenly Slops the sauce all over the table. Why you wonder, How does a butterfly cause her to lose
control? The Movies lead to by-passers staring, for the five yr. Old covers her eyes because the light is
so bright and hold her ears because its too loud. Her mother cries behind closed doors. Her little girl Isnt
like the child she dreamed of having. Her Daughter won't even bake with her... Please don't cry Mother,
the mittens just hurt my hands too much, I'll Help you stir. Your little girl screams and cries Because
socks and shoes traumatize her, so barefoot You take her out the door to ease her pain, and Passengers
stare back at you; "That parent has no Control over her child", and I want to speak "Please, Please be
kind to mother; you don't understand", You're walking through a grocery store, once again she has
blocked the aisle by throwing her body down to the Ground because she wants to feel the cold floor.
She Hides between clothes racks and blankets in the mall, And then once again the clerks ask you to
leave. The Parade causes too much movement, this time moving her Fingers in front of her eyes and
making a screeching Sound. Why, oh Lord the mother asks do you leave her Heart like this? I dream
that my daughter can fly high In the sky, I wish she could eat carrots and apples Like her brother, but she
gags. She views the world in A different way, and I can't go into her eyes and see What the world looks
like to her says the mother. She Catches a bubble and screams, she even hugs the Construction man she
doesnt know because he is wearing a good-feeling Coat. Her memory so sensitive, she can repeat
whole Movies after seeing them only once and does as she runs around the room. My dear child, how
Can I show you that I love you so very much? Dear Lord the mother says, I no longer ask why you let
her Be this way, Instead I now know that you picked her To be my little lamb, Thank you Jesus for
giving her To me!
Copyright 2007
I wrote this poem of me when I was younger, when I finally could understand what was going on, and when I wanted so badly to try to say what I so bady wanted to say, but couldn't, so instead I wrote it and have just recently gotten it copyrighted along with another poem I as well about autism... I hope you liked it....
Luv,
Kris
PS: Did anyone here connect with this, like as what you go through in life every day?
AUTISM -- Inside
Sometimes as the time goes ticking by, I wait for Someone to see me... Do not get me wrong people see
me, Just not the way I feel. I do not really wish to talk To anyone, I just wish I could talk with someone. I
Live my life just as any other would do, but my home Seems to be unoccupied. The little girl you see
Sitting in the corner, she lines her Popsicle sticks In rows. And sometimes appears to ignore the fact that
You have brought her something, but she's just not aware You are near her side. At the picnic, she
mistakenly Slops the sauce all over the table. Why you wonder, How does a butterfly cause her to lose
control? The Movies lead to by-passers staring, for the five yr. Old covers her eyes because the light is
so bright and hold her ears because its too loud. Her mother cries behind closed doors. Her little girl Isnt
like the child she dreamed of having. Her Daughter won't even bake with her... Please don't cry Mother,
the mittens just hurt my hands too much, I'll Help you stir. Your little girl screams and cries Because
socks and shoes traumatize her, so barefoot You take her out the door to ease her pain, and Passengers
stare back at you; "That parent has no Control over her child", and I want to speak "Please, Please be
kind to mother; you don't understand", You're walking through a grocery store, once again she has
blocked the aisle by throwing her body down to the Ground because she wants to feel the cold floor.
She Hides between clothes racks and blankets in the mall, And then once again the clerks ask you to
leave. The Parade causes too much movement, this time moving her Fingers in front of her eyes and
making a screeching Sound. Why, oh Lord the mother asks do you leave her Heart like this? I dream
that my daughter can fly high In the sky, I wish she could eat carrots and apples Like her brother, but she
gags. She views the world in A different way, and I can't go into her eyes and see What the world looks
like to her says the mother. She Catches a bubble and screams, she even hugs the Construction man she
doesnt know because he is wearing a good-feeling Coat. Her memory so sensitive, she can repeat
whole Movies after seeing them only once and does as she runs around the room. My dear child, how
Can I show you that I love you so very much? Dear Lord the mother says, I no longer ask why you let
her Be this way, Instead I now know that you picked her To be my little lamb, Thank you Jesus for
giving her To me!
Copyright 2007
I wrote this poem of me when I was younger, when I finally could understand what was going on, and when I wanted so badly to try to say what I so bady wanted to say, but couldn't, so instead I wrote it and have just recently gotten it copyrighted along with another poem I as well about autism... I hope you liked it....
Luv,
Kris
PS: Did anyone here connect with this, like as what you go through in life every day?
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