I posted in creative writing but it got no response.
I've never posted anything like this before and I know it's not exactly Keats.
Maybe you'll feel it though, if like me, your child isn't like the other kids. If you read it, thank you 💐
My kid doesn't get to be like yours.
My kid has to queue and wait in line, yet yours kicks off and gets put in front of mine.
My kid doesn't have me home constantly, some of us need to have real jobs, you see.
My kid's teacher spends ages talking just to you, but my kid just runs into school without a fuss or two.
My kid can't upset younger kids by staying on the little rides.
My kid doesn't get unique activities to play, with their own staff sitting by their side.
My kid didn't get extra praise for learning to write their name.
My kid wasn't made a fuss of, for wearing appropriate clothing for the rain.
My kid eats what they're given, they're not spoilt like yours.
My kid has to go to sleep at 8,
it's your fault yours stays up late,
just tell them 'night and close the doors.
My kid would never hurt another kid, your kid should know their place.
My kid would know better, than to moan or flap,
when other kids are playing in their space.
Your child sounds wonderful, a real credit to you.
My child can't communicate with me, in ways yours is able to do.
I don't know if they're too hot or cold, scared of dogs, or the lollipop man.
Must be wonderful to have a child who explains their feelings, in the way yours can.
Your child wears a coat when walking in the rain through town, it must be great not to worry about the ever impending meltdown.
Your child doesn't have a reason for a sunflower lanyard?
Such a shame I need mine, or you could have used ours.
My child will need a pram, until they're in a wheelchair.
My child will be vulnerable throughout their entire life, they won't even let a barber cut their hair.
Your child goes to bed at 8 and then you don't hear a peep? Without my child's medication, they won't stay in their bed, let alone sleep.
Your child can play with toys alone, they're able to play and pretend?
That is really something. My child may never fall in love or even have a true friend.
My child might never understand a fairytale.
They may not ever sit still for me to read a story until the end.
My child may always attack me, if they're confused by colours, tastes or sound.
If my child gets too anxious, they throw themselves to the ground.
My child may harm themselves out of confusion, sadness or fright.
If my child has harmed yours, it's not through temper, anger or through spite.
Try to have compassion, in my child's world things are scary, things aren't always right.
Your kid may enjoy nurture classes or visiting forest school sites, but be grateful your kid gets by without just fine. Your kid is doing alright.
My kid doesnt get to be like yours,
Nor yours like mine.
And that keeps only one of us up, crying late at night.