I was born just after “the war”
My first bed a padded out drawer
I survived a bug that was killing
This was a bleak beginning
It continued in this vein for some time
Health was an upward climb
Then when I started school
I was considered to be a fool
I could not read or write
My classmates could all read and write
Oh they said she’s not very bright
I tried and I tried but could not achieve
Then what they said I began to believe
We concentrated on sewing and knitting
By six high quality I was hitting
Neighbours would visit our house
Just to see the jumper or blouse
This child was sewing or knitting
By twelve was quite amaster
And sense began to come from this disaster
I was beginning to read and to write
Which gave them all quite a fright
I was streamed in a B class that year
I was first in exams and its clear
That a fool I was not
It was Dyslexia I’d got
I looked to the future without any fear