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.