(This poem was inspired by the movie star actor, Sylvester Stallone, and his eldest son, Seargoah, who is autistic)
They dub me as retarded, say I know not what goes on,
my parents look at me, and say I'm sorry son.
You say I'm in a world of my own, a very sad child,
but in my world everything is great, not crazy mixed up, or wild.
So mother I say, feel not sad for me it is you who is losing out,
for in my world I laugh, and play, in my heart I jump, and shout.
Though we may never see the world the same, for you're so busy feeling sad,
I will always love you mom, and dad.
So smile when you see me, and shed not a tear,
for in my heart I will always love you with each passing year.
Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-eyes-of-the-autistic-child/
