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The Shy Gorilla
He does not hear his mother
When she calls him by name
Yet he hears certain other things
So deafness ain't to blame
And like others, he looks the same.
Walking in the room, they're playing blocks
Noticing they snicker at him, as he takes off his socks
He's walking funny, and some make fun of him
Hasn't been taught anything yet
But he already knows their impression of him.
He fails to see the snacks
When they are brought in at snack time
Yet at the last check up, twenty-twenty
He sees letters, not in a blur
But in a straight line.
He flaps his hands
As to cast a spell
On the box of oranges
In his own little shell
He doesn't know they're seedless
But he knows they are from a place called Carmel.
He can comprehend 2345 plus 6567
in mere seconds
But with his peers
He has trouble meeting ends.
His report comes back
Academic skills are off the charts
Yet he can't distinguish a caring hug
For someone who's so smart.
A field trip is taken
They tap some maple syrup
He can remember the admission
But cannot hear your burp
He can remember how may miles
The penny on the sidewalk
Is from the first tree on the trail
But can't make eye contact when he talks
And before you open the door, walking single file
And he always gets the mail.
The grad is dawning
It's in a few days
He is dressed up
For the suit his parents paid
They prefer Run DMC
But he prefers the shortwave
Why isn't he dancing merrily
And why doesn't to the music, rave?
Why doesn't he play spin the bottle
Despite him, the way his mother coddled?
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A stranger in a strange land….a life with Autism.
When she calls him by name
Yet he hears certain other things
So deafness ain't to blame
And like others, he looks the same.
Walking in the room, they're playing blocks
Noticing they snicker at him, as he takes off his socks
He's walking funny, and some make fun of him
Hasn't been taught anything yet
But he already knows their impression of him.
He fails to see the snacks
When they are brought in at snack time
Yet at the last check up, twenty-twenty
He sees letters, not in a blur
But in a straight line.
He flaps his hands
As to cast a spell
On the box of oranges
In his own little shell
He doesn't know they're seedless
But he knows they are from a place called Carmel.
He can comprehend 2345 plus 6567
in mere seconds
But with his peers
He has trouble meeting ends.
His report comes back
Academic skills are off the charts
Yet he can't distinguish a caring hug
For someone who's so smart.
A field trip is taken
They tap some maple syrup
He can remember the admission
But cannot hear your burp
He can remember how may miles
The penny on the sidewalk
Is from the first tree on the trail
But can't make eye contact when he talks
And before you open the door, walking single file
And he always gets the mail.
The grad is dawning
It's in a few days
He is dressed up
For the suit his parents paid
They prefer Run DMC
But he prefers the shortwave
Why isn't he dancing merrily
And why doesn't to the music, rave?
Why doesn't he play spin the bottle
Despite him, the way his mother coddled?
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A stranger in a strange land….a life with Autism.
Published 20th Nov 2016
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