20 December 2012
(Needs a bit of work bit it's a start)
The words dance and skip; The brow creases. The words twist and turn; Hope ceases.
Just try I urge As the tears fall. Heartbreaking to see In one so small.
My brother can Why can't I? He's younger mum But he's not like I.
Don't compare, Don't despair, Don't doubt yourself.
I wipe the tears That silently hit The page we read At the table we sit.
The words will come One day I'm sure. Now lift your chin From off the floor.
It doesn't define who you are To me you'll always be a star.
Dyslexia • Opuss № I