onsdag 30. september 2009

I am the child

I am the child that looks healthy and fine.
I was born with ten fingers and ten toes.
But something is different, somewhere in my mind,
And what it is, nobody knows.

I am the child that struggles in school,
Thought they say that I'm perfectly smart.
They tell me I'm lazy-- can learn if I try--
But I don't seem to know where to start.

I am the child that won't wear the clothes
Which hurt me or bother my feet.
I dread sudden noised, can't handle most smells,
And tastes-- there are few foods I'll eat.

I am the child that can't catch the ball
And runs with an awkward gait.
I am the one chosen last on the team.
And I cringe as I stand there and wait.

I am the child with whom no one play
The one that gets bullied and teased.
I try to fit in and I want to be liked,
But nothing I do seems to please.

I am the child that tantrums and freaks
Over things that seem petty and trite.
You'll never know how I panic inside,
When I'm lost in my anger or fright.

I am the child that fidgets and squirms
Though I'm told to sit still and be good.
Do u think that I choose to be out of control?
Don't you know that I would if I could?

I am the child with the broken heart
Though I act like I don't really care.
Perhaps there's a reason God made me this way--
some message he sent me to share.

For I am the child that needs to be loved
And accpted and valued too.
I am the child that is misunderstood.
I am differernt-- but I look just like you.

- Kathy Winters -




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Dette diktet beskriver min hverdag, min frykt og mitt håp. Selv om livet til Tord er bra nå, så vet vi ikke hva som venter oss...


6 kommentarer:

Silje sa...

Først: Utrolig vakkert dikt.
Jeg får gåsehud over hele kroppen når du sier slike ting. Man kan bare krysse fingrene og håpe at han får et godt liv videre og at han blir akseptert. Jeg har selv opplevd hvor grusomt det er å stå utenfor som ny elev på ny skole et nytt sted. Jeg håper så inderlig at mine barn skal få slippe den smerten det er å ikke bli akseptert. De er skummelt å tenke på hva som venter dem i fremtiden.

Utolig vakkert bilde av en utrolig vakker gutt! Klem!!

Heidi Merethe Klingsheim sa...

Det var et nydelig dikt! Tenk om alle kunne bry seg mer om hverandre?? Barn kan være så hjerteløse mot hverandre, håper at Tord får en flott framtid!!

Life with Kaishon sa...

What an absolutely perfect post. I just love it! Love it in every way!

John sa...

Flott komponert bilde!

amatørfotografen sa...

For et sterkt, sårbart og vakkert dikt! Det ga meg gåsehud. Får håpe verden vil vise seg å bli et godt sted for den lille gutten din.

Og for et vakkert bilde! Nydelig på alle måter. Elsket fargene og måten han sitter på. Alldeles nydelig!

Galskap sa...

Nydelig dikt, flott bilde. :) Jeg håper liver farer vel med din vakre lille gutt.