Sunday Morning Poetry

A beautiful poem written by my sister Madison

She Has Asperger’s

They hadn’t always known

it was a late diagnoses

we always knew something was different

but what?

She struggles to make friends

but she is so loving

same routine every day

no change allowed

same outfit everyday

careful what we say in front of her

careful not to upset her

she is the boss of us all

must use the shower first

no loud music

but blasts hers

can’t chew loud

does not allow mom to wear heels

the noise hurts her

dad picks up her countless phone calls

she needs reassuring

we all obey

it’s the only way to handle it

she doesn’t understand

and neither do we

they always said a kid with Asperger's affects the whole family

they weren’t lying

I struggle to obey her

I struggle to understand

I struggle to smile at her

I struggle to love her

but I do

because

everyday

my sisters struggles with herself.

the world believes

Asperger’s people don’t make sense

but to them who have it

the world doesn’t make sense.

-Madison White