A professor in my masters degree program shared this poem with me.
Reading Orphans, by Steven L. Layne
We’re out there, you know.
Moved too many times, developmental delays,
Or maybe something just didn’t click fast enough for the system.
It’s amazing how we can be surrounded by other kids.
In a classroom year after year
And still feel alone, separate.
And the older we get, the greater the chasm.
We reading orphans look to you, our teachers,
Our best hope for change.
You’re frantic, frazzled, overworked, and underpaid,
But we look to you, still –
Using every attention-seeking behavior we possess
We’re sending you a coded message…