Poems about our extra special children...here's mine to start off!

[unpa1dcar3r]

Sorry pinched the idea from the autism poem thread but feel free to add your own ditties about your extra special children....I hope no oneminds me sharing

I wish a friend would knock and say
?Can the boys come out to play??
?Let?s take our bikes and go to the park?
?As long as you?re back before its dark?
I wish my boy could sit and chill
Without the need of a Ritalin pill
I wish my boy could read a book
And engage me saying ?Come and look?
I wish I didn?t worry so much!
And could give my boys a gentle touch
Without the fear of being hit
Or even worse of being bit!
I wish for them a life of joy
Just like every girl and boy
A life where they can get a job
And earn themselves a nice few bob
Get a house, have a wife
Really to have a ?normal? life
I wish they didn?t need so much
And hold my heart in such a clutch.
I wish I knew before they came
The heartache and never ending pain.

But the pain I feel is far outweighed
And heartache I do farewell bade
When I think how very lucky I am
Although none of this was in my plan
To be so blessed with these little guys
Who are just perfect in my eyes
Innocence they have untold
And with their love my heart they hold
The laughter they bring, the joy to my heart
Love has no ending, it has no start.
It is just there for always and forever
I am nothing without them, and I would never
Be without my boys
The pain is nothing compared to the joys.
I don?t envy others, they?re not as lucky as me
For the plain fact is they make me free
Free to challenge and free to fight
And fight I will with all my might
For they are worth more than words can say
And I will love them to my dying day.

Love love love it Unpa1d! Just read it to DH, he laughed out loud. I think today was really my first experience of anyone saying anything like that - but you've cheered me up no end!

Vinnie - it took me a minute to get the sheep one. I must be on go slow at the moment :)

I found this video on my FB group the other day. I was going to transcribe the words but the images are so beautiful and appropriate that I couldn't miss them out.

Oh that's lovely Brigade, thanks for sharing that.

My youngest is having a complete meltdown in the lounge right now (eldest daughter in with him to gimme a break!) and I'm trying to see something humourous in it but am struggling...

This morning.

Went in the kitchen
oh flipping heck
once again
it is a wreck
bread crumbs, toast everywhere
and what is that all over there?
Oh sh*t, it isn't,
oh bugger bum poo
tomatoe sauce, he's had that too
I know what's coming, here we go
'Fck of Btch I hate you so'
hyperactive, off the wall
colourings; he's had them all
screaming, swearing, losing the plot
his temper's getting very hot
So here I am, ignoring it
and on my bum i cheerfully (?!) sit
hoping it will all soon end
cos really he's driving me round the bend...

Back to bed
Back to bed

"But I like sleeping in the bathroom!"

Yes, but you're not sleeping, are you, son?
Weeing in a cupand mixing it with toothpaste
Is Not Sleeping.

Back to bed
Back to bed

DON'T chew the wallpaper, you silly boy!
"I'm not SILLY!"
No, well, alright, but that's a silly thing to do.
"I like chewing"

Back to bed
Back to bed

"It's wet."
What do you mean, it's wet?
"I mean that it's wet."
Well ...how? Oh never mind.
There, clean now.

Back to bed
Back to bed

Oh why did you wake your brother up?
"I didn't."
You quite clearly did.
"He woke himself up. I didn't touch him."
You don't have to touch him to ... oh never mind.

Back to bed
Back to bed

"I'm in bed!"
Into your bed please!
"You didn't say that!"
No, no I didn't.

Back into YOUR bed
Right NOW
I'm going to bed
And you should too.

...."Mum?"
.....Yes?
"I'm hungry"
Bed. Your bed. Now.

Get out of the goddamned bathroom!

Get in your bed!
I've had enough!
I don't care if you starve!
If you die it's just tough!
I need to sleep!
You should be quiet!

"Mum?"
Yes
"Do you love me?"
yes
"Do you love him more?"
No
"Do you love him less?"
No.
"Do you know what thirteen times eight is?
It's not on my chart."

Go. To. Sleep.

"Mummy? Muuuuuuu-meeeeeeeee?
It's breffust.
I want Maple Crunch
And some milk.
Mummeeeeee!
It's seven o clock in the mooorrrrrrrning!
Get up!"

Oh it's you!
Hello little one.
Give your poor old mum a cuddle
Mummy's tired.

"Oh. Make my breffust please.
The kitchen's locked."

Yeah I know, your brother can be silly sometimes.
That's why.

"He's downstairs."
I know.
"He's playing his Ds"
I know.
"He punched me because I tried to look."
I know mate, I'm getting up now.

"I love you Mummy"
I love you too, little one
Very much.
"Do you love my brother?"
Yes
"Why?"

These are brilliant. I'm going to start making up poems as I go about the day. Very therapeutic.

Oh Colditz, that really made me LMAO, brilliant.
I'm loving this thread ladies...