There’s this boy I know, he’s really meek
The teachers say he’s quite unique
He smiles and calls everyone a friend
He’s behind on almost every trend
He’s the only kid who likes to share
It’s odd, but he says it’s only fair
He has outbursts and gets upset
But he’s the nicest kid I’ve ever met
He makes funny noises and can’t sit still
I hear everyday he takes a pill
But he seems to be very healthy
He follows the rules and can be stealthy
If he doesn’t act like he’s so sick
Then why do they say he’s autistic?
Most things for him prove to be hard
Routine changes are a wild card
He hasn’t learned to tie his shoes
He’ll scream out loud if he were too lose
He’s picked on almost everyday
And handles it in his own way
But what is Autism? Is it in the brain?
Does it make you different or insane?
I think it means his eyes can see
Solutions that are blind to me
I wrote this poem last year for my son, Apollos who was diagnosed with autism when he was six. Yesterday was his birthday and he’s now nine. I’m proud to be his mother and hope this piece sheds light on the matter for other children to better understand an awesome kid like him.