I Am The Child

I am the child who cannot talk.

You often pity me: I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of .... I see that as well.
I am aware of much.... whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater for I cannot express myself nor my needs as you do.
You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated,
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world around me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards.... great strides in developments that you can credit yourself;
I do not give you understanding as you know it,
What I give you is so much more valuable..... I give you instead opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities;
the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions, creating questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.


I am the child who cannot walk.
The world sometimes seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, Oh I've dropped my spoon again.

I am dependent on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you aware of your fortune our healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me, I always notice them.
I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I don't learn as easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick.
What I do know is the infinite joy in the simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strife's and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher. if you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you, I teach you of respect for others and their uniqueness.

I teach you about how very precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you about giving.
Most of all I teach you hope and faith.
I am the disabled child.


- Author unknown

this was a beautiful piece I came across while browsing through the internet...i rarely add poems which aren't by me but this poem hit me right across my heart....its the simplicity that got me...i just hope it touched you as much...

somewhere in between....

i tried to write a poem for you...a few lines tumbled out

but then i stopped, for the words never came...i felt helpless, left out

for hurt i was and so in love

for i didnt know so much.

i shouldve been sure, and sure i am

and yet there...

lies within somewhere

a fear,

a fear? no not so much....

a draught....

BOP THE BUNNY

Bop the bunny learning A-B-C
A for apple
B for bee
He ate the apple
He touched the bee
The bee stung Bop
And said
"He...Hee"


lol...a lil rhyme i wrote for my masi who teaches kindergarten kids :)

Just a bigger box

A new beginning

A new time

New people

A new start

And yet again

A brush of the ‘has been’

Tints the present

And yet again

It seems

Back again to those times

Times I ran away from

A new beginning?

Never

Just an extension of time

So pure, so beautiful,

Every syllable takes you back

To a childhood far bygone

A memory, a treasure

A moment, a song

For where would you find that innocence,

That choice to belong

And as the sun does set,

Each and every day

A past is born, to hold for long

When the present hurts in an unexpected way...

You can go back

Just close your eyes

And play that music again

That with which you wove your dreams

And a future so bright, so strong

Go back to that time to remind yourself

Of the journey and not the race

And if a tear does fall,

Cherish it,

For you've been a child once again...

To an unknown friend..

I don’t know you

Not even a hi

And yet the soul feels empty

And a wish to sigh

You existed

You were so young

So lost so alone

Moments unstrung

Something wasn’t right

Something hurt so hard

Was that why the decision

This drifting apart

Was it so tough?

Your life, your love?

Was there no one?

Were there too many?

What’s the point now?

Can’t question

Life moves on

You could’ve given time a chance

But you chose

And left a void

To those who never knew you

To those who knew you so well

And I hear a cry

Somewhere across these walls

Wails

Unmoving

For what could touch

Emptiness...

6 degrees of separation...

those words that weave through time...

those friends that stay beyond...

those moments remembered till eternity...

those memories forming the eternal bond...

the 6 of us....begin a journey...its been not too long...and yet these are a few memories...strengthening us...binding us forever...through this song...

Its the random thoughts and the unspoken bond

The broken strings and yet the attached cello-tapes

The running between rooms or the fleeting glimpses

Its the six degrees of separating separations...

(Polo)

It’s the drinking and the puking

It’s cheering for every grade

It’s a celebration, it’s a memory

It’s more than just a passing phase...

(AaJoe)

Its the fights and differences

its about being smitten by each others enthusiasm

its the varying wavelengths of attitude

but mainly about balancing the rhythm of friendship

(AnuG)

It’s the kisses and the misses

It’s the group studies and the gossips

It’s the eating and then walking

It’s the separation which always ends in meeting again

(Teddy)

its the tea in the mess and 'n' number of glasses,

the rumage for the seats for lunch and for classes,

Its the fights, the laughs, the claps and Shanghai

Its the 6 degrees entwined in the "Us" and the "I".

(Mango)

its the bread&mayo n hot water bags

the 500bucks per head n personalised surprises

its the american pies n dominoes fever

the separating every second n uniting forever...

(Debo)

LOYALTY? LOVE!!

You come to me with questions in your eyes
And a hope that all is alright
You come for a promise, a promise of tomorrow
A puzzle no need to answer
I panic
Am so sorry
Forgive me
For not doing you right
For not knowing like you always do
And yes you tried
I know
Gently pushing me the right way
And yet I was blind
Angry, I was hurt
Maybe it was the shattered trust, those splinters
Pinched, right across my heart
I knew then, maybe
But I knew it’s too late
And yet I try
I try to cover that pitiful distance
To break those threads
Oh that sweet precious water
Why!!
Alas,
Forgive me
I should’ve known...

The past..

There is so much I want to hang on to
And yet I know those moments have passed
So why do I try and turn back time
When I truly want the present to last

I look back now and I feel alone
For joy, it did but just start
I held it too early, held it too close
For it left too soon, so far apart

And now I live amidst pleasure
A world so filled with love
So why pines my heart
And sighs, and grieves
For those moments that just might have been

Sometimes...

Sometimes someone means so much to you
Sometimes it shouldn’t be like that
Sometimes someone shouldn’t be cared for so much
Sometimes you’d rather forget

Sometimes someone hurts you so bad
Sometimes the hate hurts so much
Sometimes hate never quite goes away
Sometimes care seems too stubborn and stays

Sometimes moments don’t quite leave your head
The good memories and the bad
For how I hate after all these years
Sometimes it’s because, somewhere I still care…