Caren Krutsinger Poet Blank verse

Squiggles On a Page

Squiggles on a page.
They mean nothing.
Pay close attention.
Get enough right no one will know.

Go through the motions.
They mean nothing.
Take them apart. Copy them diligently.

Application is everything, 
This is a lost cause.
You are lucky to bit by bit copy.

Knowing no significance.
Nothing in your world relates.
Do not let the enemy know!

He did not help your dad.
He will not help you.
Your dad is proud.
He thinks you can read.
You never tell him you cannot.
The same as him.

Neither of you knowing
you were not only dyslexic
but you both needed glasses.

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P.S. Awtry April 30, 2019 at 8:05 AM You made me wonder how many things are kept secret that could be addressed. We have an enemy who expertly uses fear and shame. My son is dyslexic. Glad we knew early on. He has such a great attitude about it. Caren Krutsinger April 30, 2019 at 4:08 PM I too am dyslexic, as was my father, and my uncles. A first grade teacher who taught THEM figured it out right away and taught me to read using a mirror.

David Mchattie April 29, 2019 at 8:10 PM I didn't get glasses till grade 6. I spend those early years as blind as a bat. My first hockey coach thought I was a complete idiot. Great poem. Have a good day. Caren Krutsinger April 29, 2019 at 11:01 PM David, I am shocked how many do not have a clue they need glasses. At least in the grade school now, we test their eyesight first, before we diagnose anything else. It has made a big difference!

M. L. Kiser April 29, 2019 at 3:40 PM Been there, done that, my best squiggle, after cataract surgery! Caren Krutsinger April 29, 2019 at 11:01 PM Ah, cataract surgery; I have heard of this so often!