Why Is She Different?

(This is just an idea I was thinking about for a children's book.)

Why is she different?

Mommy can you please tell me why.

She can’t stop time,

turn invisible or fly.

Why is she different?

I don’t really know?

It’s not like she’s purple

or has hair that can glow.

Why is she different?

People ask questions and stare.

She doesn’t look magical

so why do they care?

Why is she different?

Maybe my teacher will tell,

why people feel sorry

 and think she’s unwell.

I sit nicely in class,

but then raise up my hand.

Why is she different?

I don’t understand?

The teacher smiles sweetly

and then tells me to sit down.

Maybe she thinks I am silly

And just clowning around.

I go home to my parents
 

who are talking in the hall.

I ask, Why is she different?

But they don’t hear me at all.

This scene is familiar.

Sometimes they don’t see,

that I want to know why,

but they don’t notice me.

I feel kind of confused

when I hear letters like I-E-P.

And what in the world

is an  A-R-D?

 

Why is she different?

I never did find

a good enough reason 

to a question of that kind.

Still to this day

l’m not exactly sure how.

I just know that she's my sister

and I don't question that now.