I see Trees of Green, Red Roses too.
I see them bloom for me and you.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white.
The bright blessed day, the dark scared night.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky.
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do.
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more, than I'll never know.
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
oh yeah.*
by Louis Armstrong

It dawns on me every day,
what if I was different...?
What if I never had dyslexia.
Would my life been better?
It has put so much pain in my life.
It's like a never ending war,
bombs dropping every time I miss spell a word.
I see myself not being bullied if I never had dyslexia.
I struggle like a fish out of water.
I'm afraid of my future.
I get labeled when I read in front of the class.
I'm like a little sailboat in the middle of a storm.
I believe that I would be happier with out it.
But it makes me me and that's what I need to learn.
What dawns on me.

what once was                              a nightmare
is now a reality
it                                                       ­                      hurts,
the                                                       ­               pain,
the                                         ­                  agony,
the                                           betrayal,
the                     animosity,
I am    living proof
people can hurt you
even when its not you who is hurt.

She walks by him,
He smiles
"Tend my needs"
She cries
" I'm happy to be of service"
Is his response.

He stares at her eyes
Brown
Amazing in texture
So warming
"I'm happy to be of service "
He says with a witty smile.

He notices her hair
Brown
Amazing in its radiance
He swears it's soft
"I'm happy to be of service"
He gleefully announces .

He holds her aching body
So soft and smooth is her skin
She's rocking back and forth in tears
"I'm happy to be of service "
He whispers with tears of his own.

He traces her palms
The lines across them perplex him
He stares and gazed upon her cold body
Her casket lies wide open
"I'm glad I could been of service"
He says witha tear in his eyes.

He calls out her name
The night is silent
Oh, how he loved her
He whispers,
" I'm happy to love you"
And she holds him in the dark.

He wakes to her smile
How radiant it shines
Nothing else has ever taken his breath away
As he lies in his casket.
His last words are displayed;
" I'm happy to be of service today."