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
Marja, tua inspiração voa e é linda demais!
ReplyDeleteAdorei essa poesia e na certa ele pode continuar sua história passando pela porta da casa que projetou!
beijos, chica
Very profound and touching.
ReplyDeleteIt’s wonderful that we learn to explore the capabilities of others and see, briefly perhaps, the world through their eyes. It is as wonderful to them as ours is to us. Different perhaps but no less real.
ReplyDelete...and I'm dyslexic too!
ReplyDeleteDear Marja,
ReplyDeleteas you know, I really like your poems—they always show REAL feelings, REAL life. This one is particularly touching for me because it shows how a boy who has a difficult life due to dyslexia can demonstrate what he is capable of. And he is capable of quite a lot! (I think we talked about the fact that my daughter and I are also dyslexic... to varying degrees.)
Hugs and all the best from Austria,
Traude
You tell a story in poetry so well.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, moving words about the difference for good that can be made in a life by those who are willing.
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