When I come from school
I want food,
When I come from class,
I want food,
I don’t live on food,
I live for food,
I eat my friend’s lunch,
But I never agree on brunch
At this point,
I am a foodie!
Hi I am Sophia aged 9 and I am neuro diverse. As part of diversity week my teachers asked me if I wanted to write something to show how my autism shapes who I am so I wrote this poem.
I am a sea of curiosity waiting to be explored
I am an endless universe, unknown galaxies, there are always more
I am a kingfisher in a flock of seagulls
I am a water jug, and I am never full
I am a volcano, unpredictable and powerful
This is me
I am,
Endless,
Unique,
Unsatisfiable
This is me
A little sleep, a little sleep
who would like a little sleep?
Close your eyes and say good night
relax your body, turn off the light
say your prayers, think happy thoughts
do not think of old fights fought
Dream of love, dream of care
dream of everything good and fair
Where poppies grow
In the battlefield of people’s woe.
But those who had died now sleep all in peace
Because all their loved ones are now safe at least
Because all their loved ones are safe there
Will be no more sadness at bear
My favorite days are near.
I will wake up early, full of cheer.
Will hang my stocking near the tree,
Mom will bake cookies—one, two or three!
Last night, I saw a reindeer in my dream,
Sparkling stars made him gleam.
He said, “Wake up boy, Santa is here!
Get ready and make your room clear.”
I just hope Santa finds my home,
While flying through the snow and foam.
Let me write a list with bright crayons,
And wish for toys, candies, hugs and so on.
I’ll share my cookies, with my besties,
And maybe some sweet for tasty treats!
The tree will glow, red and green,
It’s the prettiest one has ever seen!
We’ll sing some songs and laugh and play,
Because it’s Merry Christmas Day!
Kashmir full of beauty and snow
So allow me to show
With deep valleys down below
Operation Sindoor took revenge
Night of horror when Pakistan avenged
It all took place right in sight
But the poor dead couldn’t fight
Then came India’s shine and pride
Indian army fought with might
But Kashmir’s beauty is still the same
India is known for our Kashmir’s name
Spring here comes in May
Do you want to visit Kashmir, what do you say?
The Moon throbs in the sky,
right above where I lie
It lights then dims,
waiting ’till Dawn
Pretty grey lights shine,
when I’m trying to find a dime,
the moonlit lights are lush,
and foxes are scurrying in a bush,
waiting ’till Dawn
The sky is dark,
wherever I lark,
the reflection is blue
where someone is too,
waiting ’till Dawn