Look at me now, I am flying!

Dear Juanetta and Jean,

My boy Thomas was loving and kind but I could never tell what was on his mind For six years I tried to get through But never got more than a glimpse or two

Of the boy I knew he was

Those lovely blue eyes wouldn't look at me, or the sky, or a book Words came out muddled, if at all I couldn't break down the wall to reach the boy I knew he was

I was lost in worry and despair Did he even know I was there? I just wanted to help him Support him, protect him Find the boy I knew he was

Then along came Juanetta and Jean its Irlen Syndrome! They sounded so keen I was not sure; I felt wary Could you really actually help me? Help the boy I knew he was

The lenses arrived, we waited to see his reaction, breath bated 'That's better' he said with a smile with a confidence not seen in a long while Thomas have I found you at last?

'I can do buttons Mummy' he cried He never could before no matter how hard he tried 'I have the magic' he sung As on every success I hung Seeing more of the boy I know

Days of successes turned to weeks the tears running down my cheeks He can read, he can dress Gone are the days of distress Thomas is here! The boy I know!

His speech is not there yet Maybe that's something we won't get Then clear as day 'I love you' comes out He's not sure what all the fuss is about As I cry joyously for the boy I know

His imagination is on fire He's become a completely live wire bursting with ideas to have fun No longer hindered by the sun Wow! He's amazing, this boy I know

One year on and still The miracles appear at will He's passed his math's test His handwriting is the best He so enjoys being the boy I know

Juanetta and Jean I can never repay you For what you have done and still do We owe you so much I wrote this poem as such To thank you for giving me my boy

By Elloise Scott