The house he designed

 

A memory from when I worked at the community computer centre We setup an IT-club for children teaching coding, 3D-design, graphic design etc A great fun time

The house he designed

I watched him
at our computer centre,
an eight-year-old boy
dyslexic,
silenced,
staring at a screen
where his page
and his words were at war

we taught him the dimensions
of height, width, depth

he became the architect
of doors, of windows,
of his life

the key to his creations
opened the hearts of his teachers
the school placed the mouse in his hand
he invited them
into the world of 3-D

a sparkle in his eyes
words stepping out
of their corners

he moved away
left through his own back door
to continue his story
in which we had been a page
and an entrance
to the house he designed