I’ve resisted being a writer,
For so long,
That’s not a real job,
There’s no money in that,
You can’t do that,
It’s unreliable income,
“You work hard to ljve like a bum”

But the joy it brings,
The words that flow,
The chain of song,
Causes neurones to grow,
The passion,
The feeling,
Will leave me reeling,
As I place the words,
Row by row.

And the impact it makes,
Helps me grow,
Compassion,
Healing,
All helps me cope,

Confidence sparked,
I changed gears again,
This blog helped me heal,
Now I’m writing something different again,

Social stories for kids,
Who struggle to understand,
The world around them,
Oh it’s happening again,

The injustice in systems,
Where there’s no one at fault,
There’s no responsibility,
And their social stories suck,

When one got sent home with my child that day,
The words read “don’t kick”
And what did the pictures portray?
“If I kick, adults will come, they’ll talk to me”

I’m passionate because kids don’t hear don’t,
And when the pictures in the stories suck,
And what the children are taught, becomes learnt.. 
So she learnt to kick, to get adults to talk,
And then got in trouble,
For doing what she was being taught,

So I wrote a new one,
And stuck it online,
Telling the kids what to do,
And how to thrive,
What they feel,
And how to cope,
Telling them instructions,
So they will learn,

And copies have sold,
I’m excited to say,
That this avenue I’m exploring,
Is likely to stay,
And the things I’ll write,
The things I create,
Go beyond just rhyme,
And alternative social stories,
But I’ll go by my name,
And I’ll keep going there,
Ms Fisher,
And her Alternative Social Story,

I love writing here,
I love writing there,
And I will keep writing til my heart is very content.

If you’re a teacher, check out my site: https://bit.ly/MsFisherSchool