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My Son
My Son He just doesn’t listen, his mind is not there, His thoughts are scattered everywhere. He wants to play, he wants to run, He cannot be the only one? The school’s lost interest, They just can’t cope. The Senco’s at the end of her rope! Meetings with teachers, psychologists too, Oh God, please start this day anew. All I want is an average day, No negativity to bring dismay. I try, how I try to think positive thoughts, But the unkind words just make me distraught. Other kids don’t get it, they just think he’s weird, They look at him tho’ he has three heads a-tiered! But what they don’t know, don’t get, understand, He’s the best friend they’d have if they gave him a chance. He’s witty and funny, quirky, polite, He doesn’t throw punches, nor does he bite. He’s a champion, a marvel, this child of mine, Acceptance will happen, I pray, over time. For stigma is strong, it sticks, like thick mud, It’s thrown at him daily and lands with a thud. “You’re an ADHD kid, go take your pill.” “Clear off, you’re not like us,” more mud thrown with skill. I applaud his indifference, he just walks away, Those kids think they’ve won, oh no, not today. For my lad is secure in his own skin, Name calling can’t break that, just wear it thin. So, I envelop him in love and help build it strong, For each day he stands up and proves them all wrong.
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