Busy Bee Creations

That chocolate bar you gave me,
that was broken up in three,
The one that made me cry,
because they weren't cut equally.

Those stairs you walked down first,
as I walked behind,
the ones that made me cry,
cos I like going first you'll find.

The breakfast that you gave me,
with my spoon of chocolate spread,
I am sorry that I cried,
for the way you cut my bread.

Those chicken nuggets I love,
weren't cooked just right today,
I am sorry that I cried,
I can't help being this way.

I know i make things hard for you,
but I don't know how to change.
I am sorry that I cried
for all that I find strange.

You see I have my ways,
and I know these frustrate you,
and I'm sorry that I cried,
but they get me frustrated too. 😞

You see I am made different.
It's hard to understand.
I have heard it is called Autism,
and I need a helping hand.

To me it's all I know,
and all I ask of you,
is please try to see it,
from my point of view.

I don't do things to be naughty,
or want to spoil your day.
I just don't know how to be,
any other way. 😭
J.Boyle

My husband is in a wheelchair and so many children stare and want to engage with him. Many parents often tell their child not to stare. I think we probably learnt it from our parents. My husband has always encouraged children to come and say hello. Children are just curious, and the more they look, and then engage, the more they will understand. Same goes for children to children. We are mostly all the same, and the more we identify that, the more happier we are, and also our communities will be.