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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
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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.
Toddler Rules – (Author Unknown)
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy’s hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn’t stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, it must be hugged.
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