POEMS & OTHER WORDS
I WANT TO SAY I LOVE YOU
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)
DONATE here
THE CHILD STEALER
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
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