Autism.......and other poems

Daughter

Small and bossy, like a little fairy,

Shouting crossly, you make me want to laugh 

At your display of temper, but I manage, barely,

To keep a straight face, and let you vent

The days frustrations and dismays.

I finally win the battle of the nightie.

Over your soft, blonde hair it goes.

You stomp out of the room to bed,

But then, the door it opens, just a crack

And through it I can see your little head.

A moment later you are running back.

Around my neck two sturdy arms are thrown.

You kiss me soft and hug me like a bear.

"Mummy, you say sorry, then I'll go."

I take your hand as we both climb the stairs.