He met his teacher,
A learned, erudite one
And told his aching problem,
“I have a mobility problem:
I cannot tame my fingers;
So slow they move
And when I drive them fast,
Clumsy my writing looks”.
He looked down at him.
“What? Are you stupid?”
The question was well written
In his bright, erudite eyes.
“It’s not a cognitive one;
It’s a mechanical defect,”
He couldn’t explain to him
For he felt so sorry;
He looked already stupid.
Copyright © Jan. 9, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image: by Mahesh Ranaweera
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This was really sad. 😦
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I’m fairly happy now. Thank you so much for being so empathetic!! 🙂
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I’m glad you are happier now. 🙂
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You are so welcome!! 🙂
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Reflective and thought provoking. Some erudite teachers should have more understanding for physical disabilities and treat their students, first of all, with love and empathy.
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Sure, it’s reflective. Thank you so much, Marta!! 🙂
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You are welcome.
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Very thoughtful poem… And it happens.. If Teacher – student relationship becomes like father – son, then it will be awesome…
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Thank you so much! Sure, and you are very welcome.
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Teacher’s the one who needs to learn! A sad piece but it’s important to say these things–well done.
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Thank you so much for this comment with affirmation!! 🙂
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Ah, bitter truth!
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Thank you so much for the comment!! 🙂
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Distressing. But you depict the stupidity of the TEACHER very well.
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Thank you so much, Anna!! 🙂
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