Poem...got in my mailbox...

[mrs q]

Around the corner I have a friend,

 

In this great city that has no end,

 

Yet the days go by and weeks rush on

 

And before I know it, a year is gone.

 

And I never see my old friends face,

 

For life is a swift and terrible race,

 

He knows I like him just as well,

 

As in the days when I rang his bell.

 

And he rang mine but we were younger then,

 

And now we are busy, tired men.

 

Tired of playing a foolish game,

 

Tired of trying to make a name.

 

"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim

 

Just to show that I'm thinking of him."

 

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,

 

And distance between us grows and grows.

 

Around the corner, yet miles away,

 

"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."

 

And that's what we get and deserve in the end.

 

Around the corner, a vanished friend.

 

Remember to always say what you mean.

 

If you love someone, tell them.

 

Don't be afraid to express yourself.

 

Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.

 

Because when you decide that it is the right time

 

it might be too late.

 

Seize the day. Never have regrets.

[karin]

hi mrsq what a lovely poem and so true that happened to me my friend got cancer and i never got round to seeing her now she has had a stroke i pray she pulls through but you know what they say IF ONLY I HAD will keep this poem in my messages keep smilin luv karin xx

[lisa]

My sister sent me this poem, thought you might like it.

 

Lisa

 

 

 

THE MISUNDERSTOOD CHILD

 

I am the child that looks healthy and fine.

I was born with ten fingers and toes.

But something is different, somewhere in my mind.

And what it is, nobody knows.

 

I am the child that struggles in school,

Though they say that I'm perfectly smart.

They tell me I'm lazy - can learn if I try -

But I don't seem to know where to start.

 

I am the child that won't wear the clothes

Which hurt me or bother my feet.

I dread sudden noises, can't handle most smells,

And tastes - there are few foods I'll eat.

 

I am the child that can't catch the ball

And runs with an awkward gait.

I am the one chosen last on the team

And I cringe as I stand there and wait.

 

I am the child with whom no one will play -

The one that gets bullied and teased.

I try to fit in and I want to be liked,

But nothing I do seems to please.

 

I am the child that tantrums and freaks

Over things that seem petty and trite.

You'll never know how I panic inside,

When I'm lost in my anger and fright.

 

I am the child that fidgets and squirms

Though I'm told to sit still and be good

Do you think that I choose to be out of control?

Don't you know that I would if I could?

 

I am the child with the broken heart

Though I act like I don't really care.

Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way -

Some message he sent me to share.

 

For I am the child that needs to be loved

And accepted and valued too.

I am the child that is misunderstood,

I am different - but look just like you.

 

 

 

By Kathy Winters/2003

[Brook]

Those are two very lovely poems

 

Keep them coming in, I would put one up, but unfortunately am not very poetic

 

Brook

[lil_me]

One I read which touched me

 

 

 

Gods Gift

 

On the day our son was born, the sun did shine,

 

Holding him in my arms, he was all mine

 

When he was two, he would bang, scream and kick on the door

 

He would hit out, bite and bang his head on the floor.

 

 

 

We laughed and we cried

 

We were exhausted and tired

 

Caring for our son was a full time task

 

A little help and support is all we would ask

 

No services for children with mental health needs

 

How I wanted to bang together several heads.

 

 

 

We needed a break, our own health at stake

 

How much more of this could we really take

 

Now our sons reached adulthood

 

His challenging behaviours more understood.

 

 

 

Our son has a disorder, which affects his brain

 

Knowing what we are dealing with is less of a strain

 

We still have to deal with the odd mood swing

 

Never knowing what each day will bring.

 

 

 

All that we ask is for persons to understand

 

Young persons suffer mental health needs

 

They should not be condemned

 

Look at their needs, what they require

 

A life of happiness is all they desire.

 

 

 

Child mental health problems often dismissed

 

Other hidden disabilities often go missed

 

God gifted us with a child to love and to share

 

Help us to manage, cope and to care.

 

 

 

What is a label, what?s in a name

 

Look at their need, your target and aim

 

Remember the child?s dignity, it is not a game

 

Children need love to be cherished and adored

 

Not to be excluded, dismissed or ignored.

 

 

 

We, love our child, he is our son

 

Like the first day we nursed him on the day he was born

 

For as long as we are alive, we will always be there

 

Providing our love, support and his care

 

 

 

Margaret Alsop

[Suze]

........OOOOOOOH!!!...Now you,ve got me going

[UltraMum]

The following is from the blog of Brian Henson:

 

The following is a poem that I wrote in my last year

of high school, as an attempt to show how much

I was looking for a friend at that time. I had no

idea, then, that I was a person on the autistic

spectrum.

 

 

Friendship

 

Please, give me a pathway that leads onto heaven;

O, give me a faith that I'll always defend,

And give me a hope that no evil will conquer,

But most of all, give me a friend...

 

A friend who is full of much hope and desire

To live in a peaceful, bright land,

Where war is not known and there is no destruction

By anyone's envious hand....

 

A friend that I can trust with dignified honour,

A friend who is deeply sincere,

With whom everytime I may share my own feelings,

Of fellowship, sorrow, or fear.

 

This friend will be mine for so many long seasons;

I'll help him the most and defend

The fellowship, trust, and sincerity of him:

My foremost and worthiest friend.

 

 

-Brian Henson �1965