Susan is a writer and media professional living in Vancouver, British Columbia and is a very proud mother of a dysgraphic son.
“This is a poem I wrote one day, as I was both inspired and emotional watching him do his homework.”
DYSLEXSIA
I sit and watch across from him.
The kitchen table strewn
with the crumbs of fuel.
My boy. Sword drawn, jaw tense.
Pen clenched. Ready to enter
the arena for battle.
I sip my coffee and witness
his too serious brow.
Lost, and lost in thought.
Letters like camouflage code.
His words weigh heavy on the page.
Bulky symbols.
Mocking, awkward, twisted forms.
Black ink daring him to think.
I watch his determination.
Unable to hold their line,
the words slant downwards
to the right.
Threatening to tumble
their misshapen intentions to the floor.
“I think your b’s are backward” I say.
He gauges my reaction.
Matching my grin with laughter
from his belly, sugar sweet, frown gone.
Our laughter fills the entire universe.
We look at the paper.
Giddily defying gravity,
words dance off the page.
Spinning around in the air.
Feather light, crazy, dizzy wheels.
Before settling back on the page
in a tangled gorgeous mess.
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