Autism in Girls
Locks of curls in her hair
Seeing her at the door
I fell to one knee
And played with her on the floor
Innocence imparted
In a most spectacular way
It was her innocence that captured me
On that very first day
She didn’t notice me
While I was around
Her eyes were averted
She didn’t make a sound
She’ll be four in a month
Mom says she doesn’t talk
She likes to play without us
At that we didn’t balk
A piece of her likes to jump
Another piece may flail
She grows so excited
Of that we often tell
In that very instance
We saw a sudden spark
I saw her play with another child
When we were at the park
Waiting through the years
Watching her progress
She learned how to do things
I never would have guessed
Now she shares her words
She laughs a little too
So much she has taught us
If she only knew
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have worked with students with Autism for close to thirty years. They bring far more joy to me than I could ever bring to them!
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A heart felt piece Katie that I have come to feel through the years working with the autistic, retarded, mentally ill they all have something to teach us. We are all human and not that much different.
Thank you!
Most welcome
Thanks for bringing that up, Katie. Having relatives on the spectrum has given us first hand day to day experiences and treasures. 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you!
Welcome, Katie B.🕊️🙏🏻
Nice story.
Thank you!!
my great grandson has autism, it seems to make him extra special, as stated the innocence shines through
Thanks so much!
most welcome
Educative insights are badly needed for all those with different mental capacities to the 'norm'.. You have contributed with this.
Thank you so much!!!
Wonderful words Katie and such insight into your life working with Autism.
Andy
can thoroughly identify with it as a friend has an autistic grand daughter....they sometimes are much more loving and caring and have no negativity
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