Poems

A bunch of my poems

Gone

You’re the gentle breeze in spring, The summers sun. The shining stars in Autumn, The winters snow. You’re a smile, a laugh, A memory in my heart.

Sight

Having a disability Doesn’t mean I’m any different From you- I’m just me. People ask- ‘How do you cope?’ I ask them the same in return. They say-‘but I’m normal’