I posted this on my webpage today, but then I realized that I would love to have it here, directly on the blog as well. (Sometimes I just post little snippets of things on the webpage directly, so if you haven't found us on Facebook, check out the link in the left-hand margins of this page.)
This is a lovely poem written by a 17 year old. Her mother shared it in one of our support groups and I was so excited about it, I got permission to share it right away. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
"You tell me a story
But all I hear is a sentence
You tell me how you feel
But all I see is an expression
You tell me where to go
But all I see is a pointing finger
You tell me a secret
But it's already forgotten
You tell me what to do
But all I hear is confusion
I'm not one for gossip
I don't like the rumours
I'm not one for playing instruments
The music only runs through me
I'm not one for socializing
Although I like to see you smile
I'm not one for jokes
But I'll laugh with you
I'm not one to listen
But at least I tried"
By: Amy Feltham
This is a lovely poem written by a 17 year old. Her mother shared it in one of our support groups and I was so excited about it, I got permission to share it right away. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
"You tell me a story
But all I hear is a sentence
You tell me how you feel
But all I see is an expression
You tell me where to go
But all I see is a pointing finger
You tell me a secret
But it's already forgotten
You tell me what to do
But all I hear is confusion
I'm not one for gossip
I don't like the rumours
I'm not one for playing instruments
The music only runs through me
I'm not one for socializing
Although I like to see you smile
I'm not one for jokes
But I'll laugh with you
I'm not one to listen
But at least I tried"
By: Amy Feltham
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