She doesn't know it because she's four
She doesn't know it because she's a special kind of four
She doesn't know it but I wish I could give her just a bit of my normal kind of oldThis child is different but still a child
She laughs and sings and dances
Every morning she wakes up and my chest swells when she smiles without constraint at me
Do I really mean so much when she talks so little?I know she is my love
The love of my life
A true love that will never unravel
No matter what she does or what she doesn'tMy daughter's name means- joy
My daughter is my joy
She might not get to know that
But she hopefully feels it*Dedicated to my daughter Mavis- autism is just a different way of communicating ❤️🔥
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Poems and Reflections
PoetryInsomniac. I need a place to write things out, I guess.