The playground  sound of distant children’s laughter.

Brings nostalgic grins.

Providing  you are not to near to see who is being

Laughed at.

And see the cowering shaking shoulders.


Hear the bullies ego,

Hear the bullies spite

Scope the embryonic adults

And pity their future partners, children.


They called it Aspergers then –

Exceptional children with special needs.

Now the neurotypicals dismissive,

Call it – ‘On The Spectrum’.


The  children in our town drove

My boy to the edge of self destruction.

While his school looked away.

All those years ago.


He’s so tall now, broad shouldered.

From bearing so much.

Says he can’t really love anyone,

To many betrayals from when

He believed what he was told.


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