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The Kid with the Twitch



Though his name I’ve forgotten, I’m now thinking of
a guy from my junior high days who was cursed
with the kind of a face just a mother would love,
black glasses, and acne, but that’s not the worst.

Each day in my art class, the table at which
I sat had me facing across from that guy.
Sometimes he would “spaz out” because he would twitch.
I’d try not to look the poor kid in the eye.

His face would contort and his arms kind of flail.
All the kids at our table would try not to stare.
If I had his condition, to God I would wail:
Why me, Lord, oh why? This is too much to bear!

We never could know when his twitching would start,
but it happened a lot, and the students in class
never uttered a word. Bless every kid’s heart
for minding their manners and not being crass.

We never said much to the poor twitching boy.
We were all very young still and hadn’t a clue.
I think of him now. Did he find his own joy?
I think I’d have been very glum in his shoes.

To have to contend with a twitch all one’s life.
I can’t comprehend how he made it a go.
Did he end up like most – with a job and a wife?
Fate seems harsh to such kids that we don’t get to know.

Oct. 27, 2019
for Nina Parmenter's Itch, Witch, Glitch Or Twitch Poetry Contest

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Date: 11/25/2019 11:32:00 AM
Very introspective, and compassionate muse, AD ... your loving spirit shines! Aurora bright poetry. Love and peace forever.
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Date: 11/6/2019 5:56:00 AM
Not a nice fate to have indeed. I hope he found some type of medication to help him as he got older. Terrific write....good luck in the contest. Hugs
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Date: 10/31/2019 4:54:00 PM
Is this true? It reminds me of the deaf girl in the 7th grade who I should have befriended instead of avoiding. During the Pledge of Allegiance her hand was always cupping her breast - innocently, but still cupping. My entry for Nina is probably too Dr. Seuss-ish (but I kept the beat) and this is touching as well as relevant to those young years when we're not sure what to do with 'different.' Love ya ... CayCay
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 10/31/2019 9:12:00 PM
yes, sweetie, it's true. I have a better poem somewhere called Rare Birds. One such fellow was Barklay who all the kids bullied. I walked him home from Jr. high a few times. FElt sorry for him and how he came from a bad home.
Date: 10/31/2019 9:53:00 AM
Children are often the first to show us the most human way to be " Bless every kid’s heart for minding their manners and not being crass. " This poem reminds us of that.
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Date: 10/30/2019 9:19:00 PM
You tell a sad tale here. But there is hope! I just voted for a Public Advocate candidate who has Turret's Syndrome. It looks like he might win! Touching poem here! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 10/31/2019 9:12:00 PM
I bet he had something like that and maybe with new meds that came out later, he could function better.
Date: 10/30/2019 9:13:00 PM
so sad...i see this kind of thing often because of my job...great write for the contest and best wishes my friend :) hugs
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Date: 10/30/2019 1:28:00 PM
Delightful piece, Andrea PR
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Date: 10/28/2019 11:13:00 PM
This is so compassionately penned... it really makes you feel for the kid! Terrific take on the contest! ;)
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Date: 10/28/2019 5:08:00 PM
like looking at lake, while water want to be in, when we splash around. Miss seeing your comments. Do you have any more trips planned?
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Date: 10/28/2019 2:06:00 PM
Interesting the impact something like that can have on a kid, or anyone - I hope he found some medical treatment that might have helped-
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Date: 10/28/2019 2:02:00 PM
Nicely penned, Grandma! Great job! Sad, but really good! You are such a great poet! Keep up the great work! Keep posting! :D
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Date: 10/28/2019 12:13:00 PM
I had my usual test today and what I saw made me wish I could cry. Deformed brainless, looking nowhere. I could only thank God for what I had despite the issues I have. A sad poem but so well constructed. Hugs
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Date: 10/28/2019 11:06:00 AM
What a sad story but a good entry for the contest. Good luck my friend. God Bless, JB
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Date: 10/28/2019 10:50:00 AM
I like this. Great stuff. Kind wishes, Kai
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Date: 10/28/2019 8:44:00 AM
WoW! Andrea, This is a good entry for the contest theme. Is this a true story? If so, I feel sorry for the kid in your story. I'm happy to hear that his classmates didn't make fun of him. I could just picture the whole scene. Well done. I wish you the best of luck in the contest. Have a great day my friend:-) Alexis
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Andrea Dietrich
Date: 10/28/2019 8:49:00 AM
yes, it's a real story. My memory is foggy, but I don't think people made fun of him, like they would in today's world I suppose. I'll never forget how he looked. I felt so sorry for him.
Date: 10/28/2019 5:37:00 AM
WOW! You took this contest into a potent theme, Andrea. A touching story you wrote.. and I wonder as well how he coped later in life. A powerful write!
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Date: 10/27/2019 11:07:00 PM
Well written Andrea, we have to count our blessings sometimes. Good luck. Tom
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Date: 10/27/2019 10:12:00 PM
A wonderful entry for her contest, Andrea. A story within a poem told very well indeed. Blessings to you always, Gina
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