Don’t touch…

Oh, to hold your hand in mine, To make sure you’re safe all the time, Oh, to stroke your long brown hair, A gesture to show how much I care, Oh, to hug you when you cry, To wipe tears falling from your eyes, Oh, to kiss your freckled face, To hold you in my…… Continue reading Don’t touch…

When I look in the mirror.

When I looked in the mirror as a little girl, I thought I would grow up and conquer the world, I’d get married, have children and have lots of money, I’d have a big house and live somewhere sunny. When I looked in the mirror as a girl in my teens, My thoughts were of…… Continue reading When I look in the mirror.

Would magic help? 

If I took half of a whisker from a wise old cat, If I took a strand of string from an old man’s hat, If I took a tear from a baby crying with laughter, If I took the giggles from the sound of toddler chatter, If I added it to the showers that come…… Continue reading Would magic help? 

Where are you?

As I look into your eyes I see, Anxiety staring back at me, Your empty face looking on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? As I watch you stimming as you stare, I wonder if you are aware, You’ve wondered off, anxiety latched on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? I watch you when you…… Continue reading Where are you?

The stress.

The stress. Pulling me, pushing me. Giving in, giving up? Screwed up face, jaw clenched tight. Waiting. Always waiting. For the storm to come, for the storm to pass. Exhaustion carrying my tired body. Mental exhaustion. Mind fatigue. Tears fall inwardly, they can’t see. Stoic face. Holding it all together. Whilst crumbling, inside I’m crumbling.…… Continue reading The stress.

A visit from Fred.

A story I wrote last year aimed at children to highlight Autism. A visit from Fred. An alien called Fred had a brilliant idea, One night as he thought up a mission, I’ll go down to earth and find out about, The strange thing I’ve heard called Autism. So Fred put his socks on, he…… Continue reading A visit from Fred.