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POEM: NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE

This poem was written by Ami Cooper Price about children with speech disorders. This poem explains Little T in more ways then one. A million thanks to Ami for permission to display this poem. She entered this in a contest for Woman’s Day Magazine.

NOT MUCH DIFFERENCE

There’s not much difference between you and me.

I wouldn’t be so strange if you would only see,

That.

I have two ears that hear music and laughter.

I can hear my mother’s voice and yours thereafter.

I have two eyes that see the sun and the moon.

I can see the stars in the sky and flowers in bloom.

I have a nose that smells the rotten and sweet.

I can smell my mother’s perfume and my dad’s stinky feet.

I have a mouth and red lips that can smile and frown.

They can tell you when I’m happy or feeling down.

I have two legs and two feet just like you.

I can walk and run and put on my own shoe.

I have two hands with five fingers on each.

They help me to speak when words are hard to reach.

I have trouble talking, there aren’t many words I can say.

I can do everything you can do, just in my own silent way.

I can laugh when something is funny and cry when I’m mad.

I can love and be loved, and hurt when I’m sad.

There’s not much difference if you only knew

That there are things that you like that I like too.

I like to watch TV, mostly shows where friendly monsters meet.

They make me laugh out loud and dance to the beat.

I like to color with crayons all shiny and new,

I like to cut with scissors and paste with colored glue.

I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and sometimes bologna.

I like plain spaghetti noodles and cheesy macaroni.

I like to look at books and pointing to pictures that I see.

It’s fun to turn the pages and having mommy read to me.

I like to go outside to get dirty and to play.

I like running through the sprinkler on a hot summer day.

At night when I’m sleepy I like getting tucked into bed.

I like being kissed on the nose and kissed on my forehead.

And I like to go to school, even though it’s hard some days.

I like my teachers and the way they share hugs and praise.

I know there are things that I just can not do,

But if you could be my friend, I might just learn from you.

Please don’t tease or laugh or make fun of me.

It isn’t nice to be mean, and it isn’t EVER funny.

God has made me special, just like He made you.

And together as friends there is so much we can do.

I hope now you can know and understand,

I hope you can smile at me and offer me your hand.

I hope now that you will finally see

There’s not much difference between you and me.

By Angelia Embler

Angi grew up in southern Arizona but now lives in central New Mexico with her husband, two sons and four dogs. She creates, answers @Yoast support, and loves to ramble. Find her curled up with a book or watching her favorite TV shows, movies, or American football game. ?

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