Hey folks. It’s Friday of spring break for us. It’s also my first day back teaching writing. This session I’m teaching teens non-fiction writing. I need to sharpen pencils and organize my supplies. So I’ve read some poetry and decided to post one of mine instead of continuing the search for a perfect poem for you, my reader.
Again, all my poems are rough. I’ll polish this one a bit as I post it. Its from two years ago, and it’s about really seeing my daughter, who also happens to be dyslexic. Off we go.
But the Answer Isn’t in the Guidebook
While scanning my bookshelf, I see the thick
tome of a guide called Overcoming
Dyslexia. The dictionary explains
succeeding in dealing with difficulty
is admirable and necessary and
noted and easy once your daughter
accomplishes every skill
in the appendix of the
guidebook I will never read.
But seeing? Seeing’s not so hard. It’s what
I do every day. I see the girl
who couldn’t learn letters but hands out
phrases like “The whole world loves
you” until I wonder who the
teacher is, what the lesson could
be, and why we need to overcome
anything when clearly seeing
is everything when it comes to love.
-Nancy Schatz Alton