Poems

My sister means a lot to me.
But I’ve never really thought,
About the dangers she could get into like
Cars rushing through the streets!
Cliffs falling into the river!
My sister doesn’t know.

Because my sister’s different.
She doesn’t really know,
Things like rushing cars!
Death!
Deep Water!
Falling off buildings!
Even washing your hands!
My sister doesn’t know!

My sister doesn’t know a lot of things,
Even though she’s oldest!
I’m like the big sister.
And yes I know she’s 12!
But my sister has a disability,
That no one should really know.
She’s Autistic and she doesn’t really know.
My sister doesn’t know.

My sister find things hard like
English, Maths!
Science, topic!
Handwriting, speaking!
Listening, touching!
Seeing, Reading!
History and PE!
My sister doesn’t know.

I know it seems funny.
But really it’s not to me.
If you got to know her,
She’s just like you and me!
My sister doesn’t know.

One day my sister got out of bed,
Unlocked the door with Mum’s keys, and found her bike!
My sister doesn’t know!

She peddled round and round the roundabout,
Where we live but then she thought,
Why peddle round the roundabout when I’ve got the main road!
My sister doesn’t know!

So she peddled down the lane,
And onto the main road.
She looked at the rushing cars.
People honking their honky horns.
She thought again I want to do that!
My sister doesn’t know!

She went out onto the road.
And swerved in and out of all the cars.
Suddenly a car stopped, they were mum’s friends.
My sister doesn’t know.

They stepped out of the car,
And said we are taking you home yay!
My sister cried with joy.
And she got into the car.
Her bike got flung in the boot.
And they got back in the car.
My sister doesn’t know.

They rushed her home quickly,
And knocked on our heavy oak door.
I answered it and there stood Jess.
My sister knows.

We thanked Mum’s friends a lot.
And invited them in for tea.
They blabbed about everything.
Then the heroes went home.
My sister knows.

I don’t think they should find a cure,
Because my sister wouldn’t be my sister.
I love my sister and I don’t want her to change.
My sister doesn’t know.

There is an invisible ghost, Mum,
it’s definitely a poltergeist.
I know I never seen it
but I have a proof.

Yesterday in the morning the window was open,
you know how much I hate the morning breeze.
The sweet jar disappeared in the middle of the night,
I know there is an invisible ghost.

Our cousins are trouble,
they have pushed the flower vase on the cat,
they have made muddy finger prints on the wall.

Maybe it was my younger sister
or maybe my younger brother
but honestly Dad whoever it was

It wasn’t me!