A Father and Dyslexia

Daddy, your bed time stories were the best. The extra prescision you took while reading a book, To overcome your struggles and ensure you pronounced each word correctly, Were the most beautiful sounds. The way you would sit and practice slowly, Sometimes repeating words out loud or to yourself, In efforts meant to bring our sleepy ears an image written down. They were always the most beautiful words Daddy. They were the best stories, that I lay in bed, An adult now, and listen to my memories, where you retell them again. You stuttered - it mattered not. No other stories compare.