Casey
When I think of him
I think of hope, sunshine.
His headphones, not for music but as
the guardians that keep away sound.
He smells like shampoo- coconut that has been
washed out of his hair. Eight years old.
Autism, but does that stop him, no, not even from inspiring me to write this
poem. There are tons of other people I could have
written about but did I write about them, No!
I wrote about a boy named Casey because
Even though he has Autism he is my joy
my hero and inspiring boy that even though he can’t
talk he tells me kindly through his actions.
I come to you for help so you can you get me my juice
or sit here?
I understand and he understands me too.
By: Zoe, 4th grade