MWM
MWM
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

Reading


I’m learning to read all over again,

The words once more are only half

Understandable

And I mutter as my eyes drift across the page.

The memory comes back

Of my three year old self and a nibbled on board book

Where I first discovered that those mysterious swirls

Could code all the words in the world.

Here I am, grown, with a book in my hand,

Faced with an unfamiliar tongue,

And,

As before

I struggle and stammer

And burn with frustration

And then,

As long ago,

The beautiful sentence rises like Aphrodite

From the sea of incomprehension.


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