I A m A n i

A SPECIAL POEM WRITTEN FOR MY SWEET NIECE She's autistic~~ a brilliant, loving child

               

                     
                     ***I   AM   ANI***                     

YOU  MAY  NOT  UNDERSTAND  ME,  OR  THE  WAY  I  FEEL  TODAY.

AND,  SOMETIMES  YOU  MAY  NOT  ALWAYS  UNDERSTAND  MY  REASONS FOR  SOME  OF  THE  THINGS  I  DO OR  SAY,

OR  WHY  I  SOMETIMES  WRITE  MY  LETTERS  AND  NUMBERS  BACKWARDS,

GOSH,  I  MIGHT  EVEN  LOSE  MY  HOMEWORK  EVERY  NOW  AND  THEN.

TOO  MUCH  NOISE,  LIGHT  OR  EXCITEMENT  CAN  SET  ME  TWIRLING, AND SWIRLING  IN A  SPIN.

THERE  ARE  TIMES  I  DON’T  LIKE  THE  WAY  MY  CLOTHES  FEEL WHEN THEY ‘RE  RUBBING UP  AGAINST  MY  SKIN.

I TRY VERY HARD TO  BE  GOOD, I  REALLY, REALLY DO,

BUT  SOMETIMES  IT’S  SO VERY  HARD  TO  CONTROL

I  HAVE TO DO IT, IT’S AN IMPULSE,, SO SOMETIMES I DON’T ALWAYS DO WHAT I’M TOLD.

IT’S  KIND  OF  LIKE  A LAMP  THAT  YOU  USE  TO  LIGHT  UP  YOUR  ROOM.

IT’S  WIRED  IN  THAT  SPECIAL  WAY  TO  TAKE  AWAY  THE  GLOOM

WELL, THAT’S  KIND  OF  HOW  GOD  WIRED  MY  BRAIN  IN  HIS  OWN SPECIAL  WAY.

I’M  HIS  OWN,  CUSTOM  BUILT  GIRL  AND  HE  CREATED  ME  IN  HIS BEST WAY.

HE  MADE  ALL  HIS  KIDS  SPECIAL  AND  DIFFERENT,  ALL  OF  US  ARE  LOVED

HE  SENT  US  DOWN  FROM  HEAVEN  AND  FROM  HIS  ANGELS  UP  ABOVE.

I MIGHT  PUT  KETCHUP  OR  OTHER  UNUSUAL  THINGS  ON  THINGS  I EAT.

GEE  WHIZ,  THERE  ARE  SOME  DAYS  I  CAN’T  EVEN  SIT  STILL  IN  MY SEAT.

SOMETIMES  I  LIKE  TO  TALK  A  LOT  EVEN  WHEN  IT’S  NOT  MY  TURN

MY  MIND  PLAYS  TRICKS  ON  ME  AND  RUDELY  INTERRUPTS  ME

WHEN I’M  TRYING  SO  HARD  TO  LEARN.

“SIT  UP  STRAIGHT,  WIPE  MY  FACE  AND  PLAY  NICE  AND  SOFT"

BUT SOME  THINGS  I  HAVE  TROUBLE  WITH  AND  LOSE  MY  TRAIN  OF THOUGHT 

“I  DIDN’T  MEAN  TO  SPILL  THE  MILK  MOM,  OR  SLAM  THE  DOOR SO HARD,

IT  SEEMS  THAT EVERYONE  ELSE  IS DONE  WITH  THEIR  HOMEWORK,
AND I DON’T ALWAYS KNOW WHERE TO START

MY  HEART’S  AS  BIG  AS  GOLD, LIKE  THE  MOON  THAT  SHINES

BRIGHTLY IN  THE  NIGHT,

I  GET  SAD  AND  CRY  AND  HAVE  BAD  SOME  BAD  DAYS  JUST  LIKE YOU,

SO  PLEASE,  WILL  YOU  JUST  TALK  NICE  TO  ME  IF  YOU  THINK  I’M

NOT DOING  SOMETHING  RIGHT?

MY  BRAIN  WORKS  DIFFERENTLY  THAN  SOME  OF  THE  OTHER  GIRLS  AND BOYS

BUT…..THERE’S  ONE  TRUE  THING  YOU  CAN  ALWAYS  COUNT  ON,  I’LL

BRING  YOU  LOTS  AND  LOTS  OF  LOVE 

AND  JOY   ~   BECAUSE~

                     
                      ***I   AM   ANI***                   

           A special gift from God            

                                         

                                                    

    

     

COPYRIGHT:2011 ~LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

                                            

 

Author's Note

This poem was written for my sister Jeanine's daughter Amy, who is my niece and her little daughter Ani, who is my grand niece. She's is precocious, very soulful and lovely.

Reviews

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This brought the tears. It describes so well the day to day challenges that these kids face, and the pain they endure. Sometimes it is hard to remember that God has a plan, and a purpose for everything, especially when you're hurting for your child...but deep down I know it's true. I hope more people read this and learn truth and compassion through your words.