Not sure this is the right place for this, but this poem really made me smile. My DD has mild speech delay and it has been suggested to me that she may be dyslexic, due to other indicators, time will tell but she is just lovely. But thats not really why i am posting this, it just made me smile and i would like to share it with others it might make smile also.
COLOUR OF MY DREAMS
i'm a really rotten reader
the worst in all the class,
the sort of rotten reader
that makes you want to laugh.
I'm last in all the readin' tests,
my score's not on the page
and when i read to teacher
she gets in such a rage.
She says i cannot form my words
she says i can't build up
and that I don't know phonics
- and don't know a c-a-t from a k-u-p.
They say that i'm dyxlectic
(that's a word they've just found out)
...but when i get some plasticine
I know what that's about.
I make these scary monsters
I draw these secret lands
and get my hair all sticky
and paint on all me hands.
I make these super models,
I build these smashing towers
that reach up to the ceiling
-and take me hours and hours.
I paint these lovely pictures
in thick green drippy paint
that gets all on the carpet -
and makes the cleaners faint.
I build great magic forests
weave bushes out of string
and paint pink panderellos
and birds that really sing.
I play in my world of real believe
I play it every day
and teachers stand and watch me
but don't know what to say
They give me diagnostic tests,
then try out reading schemes,
but none of them will ever know
the colour of my dreams.
PETER DIXON
I love this poem so much, i have felt the frustration of expectations on my little girl already, she is 22 months for heavens sake and already i feel she is having to live up to the milestones.....hey ho. I hope this makes you all smile too