Cade wrote these poems and many others starting last year.
When Cade was 7 years old and in school he would consistently stuff all his many worksheets and writing papers into his desk. Because for Cade to actually write was an exhausting task. His math tests were also very low, but when we brought them home to work on them he told me every answer correctly(orally) He of course was reprimanded, called lazy, and had recess taken away many times. The teacher told me he was very bright and always raised his hand in class which is why she felt he was just being lazy. My little boy, full of life, spunk and spirit was slowly "dying" right before my eyes. That was the year I took my kids out of school. I could not sit back and watch an institution take away my kids' "out of the box" ways.
I later found out Cade has what is known as dysgraphia. To think of all the children out there with the same issue and no one has even heard of it. My point is this, I took Cade out of school and was instructed to NOT make him write. Everything to be done orally as much as possible. Of course, it was not easy seeing how bad Cade's handwriting was and at times my own insecurities of people judging him and then me as his teacher would get the better of me. But I knew in my heart that I needed to once again let go and allow Cade to be free in how he was going to get along in this world without having brilliant penmanship and spelling. So I let go. I told Cade to just write, anything and anyway. I was not going to "check" it or tell him to rewrite it. I just wanted him to learn to do basic writing tasks like writing a check, filling out a form etc. He wanted to show me what he had been doing and at first glance it was hard to read or even comprehend, but the content, brilliant. Cade was writing pages of poetry and quotes. Some inspired by different paintings and some inspired by life. It is a joy of his(as long as I do not take over and ruin it) These writings of his and many more give me such joy. I am so proud of you, Cade. For being true to yourself and being free.
MIDNIGHT SWING
Sitting on my swing going up, up high
Seeing the moon reflecting off the high tide
Worries are gone
Hair pushed in the midnight wind
No hurt
No pain
On the midnight swing
Toes wiggling with joy
Heart thumping like a stampede
Moving fast
Moving slow
Never wanting to let go
On my midnight swing
WE’RE HERE
We are just like you
We see the sun go up
We see it go down
We stop
Slow down
And look around
Hoping for a kind heart to come by
Look at us and help
Rather than shiver and run
We need help
That’s all we ask
Not a huge house
But food and a blanket
But no such luck
As you walk by
We’re more like statues
With broken eyes.
FREEDOM
You take those first steps onto the stage
Each clap boost your spirit
As the light hits your body
It warms you of happy thoughts
And as you are about to do your craft
You thank God
For His gift
QUOTES BY CADE
Your imagination can fly if you set it free.
My love is gone and now I see she was not for me.
Money can disappear, but art stays forever.
How did we get here? Love.
Acquaintances are nice. Friends are great, but family is the BEST.
Poems are written by angels.
Love is more powerful than war.
Dance creates hearts.
The sun is made by angels.
Life is a race not a walk.
Movies place you in other worlds.
Water runs the world.
