Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Like Me

Anyone who knows me...knows it takes alot to reach my heart...only 1 movie has ever made me cry, I watch people dieing every day at work and it almost never phases me...It take alot to move me...but this had me in tears. Maybe because it has so much to do w/ the struggles we're going threw with my autistic son, and my heart breaks for him every day, but since it moved me so much I really wanted to share this.

Like Me

I went to my dad, and I said to him,
There’s a new kid who’s come to my school.
He’s different from me and he isn’t too cool.
No, he’s nothing at all like me, like me,
No, he’s nothing at all like me.

He runs in a funnyish, jerkyish way,
And he never comes first in a race.
Sometimes he forgets which way is first base,
And he’s nothing at all like me, like me,
No, he’s nothing at all like me.

He studies all day in a separate class,
And they say that it’s called Special Ed.
And sometimes I don’t understand what he’s said.
No, he’s nothing at all like me, like me,
No, he’s nothing at all like me.

His face looks kind of different from mine,
And his talking is sometimes slow.
And it makes me feel funny and there’s one thing I know;
He is not at all like me,
No, he’s nothing at all like me!

And my father said, "Son, I want you to think
when you meet someone different and new,
That he may seem a little bit strange, it’s true,
But he’s not very different from you, from you,
No, he’s not very different from you".

Well I guess, I admitted, I’ve looked at his face;
When he’s left out of games he feels bad.
And when other kids tease him, I can see he’s so sad.
I guess that’s not so different from me, from me,
No, that’s not very different from me.

And when we’re in music, he sure loves to sing.
And he sings just like me, right out loud.
When he gets his report card, I can tell he feels proud.
And that’s not very different from me, from me,
No, that’s not very different from me.

And I know in the lunchroom he has lots of fun;
He loves hot dogs and ice cream and fries.
And he hates to eat spinach and that’s not a surprise,
Cause that’s not very different from me, from me,
No, that’s not very different from me.

And he’s always so friendly, he always says hi,
And he waves and he calls out my name.
And he likes to be friends and get into a game,
Which is not very different from me, from me,
No, I guess that’s not different from me.

And his folks really love him, I saw them at school,
I remember on Open School Night -
They were smiling and proud and they hugged him real tight,
And that’s not very different from me, from me,
No, that’s not very different from me.

So I said to my dad, "Hey, you know that new kid?"
Well I’ve really been thinking a lot.
Some things are different ... and some things are not ...
But mostly he’s really like me, like me,
Yes, my new friend’s ... a lot ... like me!

By: Emily Perl Kingsley

1 comments:

Christina said...

((((Hugs)))) What a great poem!