Hands Over My Ears Poem by Claire Mumford

You didn't hear me babble,
You never heard me coo,
I screamed until I split the sky,
Hands over my ears age two.
You didn't hear me speak,
People, I chose them not to see,
The sounds of every day life,
Hands over my ears age three.
You were told that I was different,
Tests would offer me a score,
I'd squint my eyes, hide away from the light
Hands over my ears age four.
The years go by so fast,
Five and ten have long been,
But now it's not so often I have,
Hands over my ears -I'm a teen.
You were the one to show me,
There really was to nothing to fear,
And now that I am older,
Hands over my ears but to hear...
The bits of life I find funny,
The bits that help me learn,
The bits that are important to me
Hands over my ears to earn,
A knowledge that is plentiful,
A world that is just beautiful,
And it's you that just flows with it,
Watching me as I grow with it,
Bringing you much joy over the years,
With or without hands over my ears.