Flapping
hands and screaching
voice-she's dwelling once again
in her disordered little world.
How nice.
Do you
want to know us?
Perhaps we should hide her,
stay in our cluttered universe
and hide.
I won't
do that to her.
She needs to see the world.
So just take your bewildered stare
and go.
For all
the high pitched screams
and the strange behaviors,
She's really worth knowing, okay?
So stay
and get
a great big hug,
or a kiss on the cheek.
Her smile just might enchant you,
my friend.
Author notes
About my girl-child. Process of thoughts adressed to people who look at us funny when we are in public and her "autism is showing"...
A contest entry
- cinquains- by Namita.
300 points, ended November 4, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
you know the drill...
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Interesting and nice bunch here.
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I like this:
It's true.
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