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.
All you can do is be there
and show you care
there is no orther way
what more can I say
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Thank you for a lovely poem.
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