Thunder and lightning, dark clouds all around.
Sound of heavy rain dancing on the ground.
Standing next to mother, door is open wide,
In case of lightning strike, it will have nowhere to hide.
Straight down the chimney, across the kitchen floor,
Along the hall like a flash out of the front door.
A little superstition often she would quote,
Maybe it was read  or something she had wrote.
But the thought of lightning leaving, in such a rush.
Brought a sense of calm to us, kind of a hush.
It cheered us up immensely, our fears would all melt.
Like the note on the mirror, this is what it spelt.
KEEP SMILING.

I stood alone against the wall,
They all looked tall, I felt so small.
Never asked to join in any games,
More often laughed at or called names.
I was not different, or had an unusual look,
I was not bright, or kept my head in a book.
Shy, timid, quiet, almost afraid to speak,
As they shouted I turned my cheek.
Alone in a different world,
Faces frowned lips were curled.  
Every day I would dread school,
Made to feel like a fool.
Paine I felt was deep inside,
Hiding away with no pride.
Never coming first, not a friend,
On a bad day I wished my life would end.
No one knew how I felt,
Or how I prayed when I knelt.
Why was I made this way?
Why can't I shout or play?
I couldn’t see we were all the same,
To them it was just a game.
Children do this every where,
It seems as if they didn’t care.
It may be part of growing up,
To adult from a pup.
Just How cruel can people be,
Somewhere someone will also see.
What I saw through my eyes,  
Now I see and recognize.

Who am I sitting here?
People all around, I see and hear.
Some like me sit and stare,
Others walk around with food to share.
In front of me a beautiful woman,
She wears a wedding ring.
On her knee a child with a birthday card,
He says granddad and wants to sing.
As she leans to kiss goodbye
I see a tear in her eye.
What lovely people, I like them.
As they drive away in their car,
I wish that I could remember
Just who they are.