We don’t ask for much only that you hear.
Trust us when we tell you it’s a founded fear.
Stop dismissing us as helicopter mums,
When will you see anxietys not fun.
You don’t understand I see it on your face,
every time I leave her here at this place.
You do not know best.
She’s not the same as the rest.
Every day I speak with you, every day nothing new,
Suddenly you decide theres a problem out of the blue?
And the reason for this problem, you haven’t got a clue!!
When I speak do you wander in your mind to your secret place,
Nod and smile, but you’re gone without a trace.
Do you know what anxiety is?
Can you recognise it?
Can you see it in a child as they cower from the clouds,
sudden movements, a chill, the shade, a noise that’s too loud?
Do you even see it, or is she so very quiet you just leave her be?
If she cried and she screamed and she stamped her feet,
If she ripped her work and kicked her seat,
Would you help her then?
Would you scour books with paper and pen?
Would you be afresh with ideas to help my young girl,
Could YOUR understanding of anxiety, change HER world?
Karen Hayward ©2016