Learned Behaviour

Learned Behaviour  9th December, 2019.

I don’t know how the digits go,

The ones, the tens, they do not flow,

But I can count the numbers so;

I can draw circles in a row.

She’s teaching me to write my name;

My Ts and Xs look the same,

And she keeps changing what I write…

I must be wrong, for she is right.

And now my letters start to look

Like those she copies in my book;

Mine aren’t yet sitting on the lines,

But they look better all the time.

She has been told I wouldn’t speak,

I was too shy, I was too meek;

She gave me lines and held my hand,

The words were there, so big, so grand.

And now I join in everything,

The carol concert, we all sing;

I do not know what words to say,

And yet I’m singing all the way.

And when I catch her eye, she winks,

I understand how people think;

She does not look at me to judge,

She looks to help, and looks to love.

Jennifer Pickup