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Dear Mummy don't you cry now and Daddy don't you weep

I want to whisper in your ear before I go to sleep

I know that when I came here I seemed perfect in every way

and you were so proud daddy, when you held me on that day.

and Mummy when you kissed me and wrapped me up so tight,

I felt as if I belonged here, and everything was right.


When things got really scary and I began to slip away

I saw your face dear mummy as you knelt by me to pray.

and Daddy I always notice when you wipe away a tear, or watch the other little boys as they run and laugh and cheer.

I may not be able to tell you, how much I love you so,

or even show you how I feel and what I really know.


But when you hold me mummy, at night when all is still

I hear your dear heart beating, and I know that all is well.

and Daddy when you take me to the park to run and play,

I know you know I love you, though the words I can not say.

So Daddy don't you cry now and mummy don't you weep,

I want to tell you something before I go to sleep.


I may be sort of different, and you may not understand.

I know that I am not that child that you and Daddy planned

But I love you both so very much, and I know that you will love too

and one day when this life is done you will feel my love for you.

I know the future is unknown and you will always have to be,

the ones that love and listen and take good care of me.


The road we walk is rough sometimes and yo cry a lot of tears.

but one day we will turn and laugh as we look back o'er the years.

So mummy don't you cry now, and Daddy please don't weep.....

I want to say I love you.

Before i go to sleep.


Written by Sally Meyer


Can be found on facebook group

(Autism Spectrum Disorder, through my eyes)

Our precious ones begin to slow

We wonder why, we just don't know

Not so lively, they seem so strange

We don't know what has made them change

The doctors they are baffled too

There's nothing wrong it must be you

They don't know that the stealers there

The stealers cruel, he does'nt care

We've lost our child, he's gone away

This other child has come to stay

Our other child was noisy and loud

This child is quiet, lost in the crowd

The stealers name is NPC

He shows his occasionally

Not too often, just now and then

He'll choose a child, and then do it again

One day we will win this fight

We'll fight the stealer with all our might

And maybe not too far away

Our lost child will come back to stay


By Irene Bushway