Nothing’s going to get in our way

Dedicated to Isaac Gwynne:

 

I wanted to be your play mate

I wanted to be your friend

To stomp around like dinosaurs

In the land of let’s pretend

 

Instead we’re staring at wires

Or fiddling with a piece of string

You are trapped in a world of your own

and I don’t know where to begin

 

I wanted to be your chief cook

Make you plenty of home made food

But you prefer to suck on a lollipop

or chew clothes that can not taste good

 

I wanted to be your tour guide

Show you places and people galore

But you prefer to pace up and down

The world’s just a place to ignore

 

I wanted to be your teacher

Read you stories in bed every night

To teach you independence

and a knowledge of what’s wrong and right

 

But you don’t know colours or numbers

And you struggle to hold a pen

Toilet trainings a mystery

everything’s done again and again

 

I wanted to be your mummy

show you something new every day

and autism won’t ever stop that

because nothings going to get in our way.