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Mar 2017
I see the world from your point of view
I always took it for grantid
I love when we both stop to smell the flowers
I see the world from your point of view
The ladybug miles away
From the shops on the street
The clouds that look like butterflies
And marshmallows
The tall skyscrapers
All of the busy bustling on the streets
The escalators that are so high
They look as though they are headed
To heaven
And I panic
You are okay
Much more braver than I
I hate heights and crowds
You hate bushes and bugs
I hate loud noises
You get frustrated easily
We meltdown
Life is a journey indeed.
I am your mother
You are my son
You are my daughter
We are friends
In this busy
Sometimes not so friendly world
We are cut from a different cloth
We are all Virgos
We all have autism
I am happy
I can see the world from your point of view
This poem is for my 2 children who have Autism and myself being recently diagnosed, I always wondered why I felt so different growing up. Now I know. I always wondered why it was so easy for my ti relate to and understand my children, now I know.
Nysheeka Pahanni
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