Twenty Six Letters (A Poem by Earl Mills, a former CLC student)
Befuddled by the alphabet, fifty years old and can’t read yet. Twenty –six letters have brought me such shame; someone asked me to spell my name. Another bulletin at work today, who can I ask – what does it say? Grandpa, will you read this book to me? I tell her the letters are too small to see. I don’t have my glasses; I’m running late; I am victim to this lie I hate. Cannot read – won’t tell a soul; secret of my youth- now I am old. Letter after letter I can’t figure out; frustration inside, a silent shout. Twenty-six letters can raise so much hell; their riddles to me they will not tell. This secret stay locked within, but I will not let these letters win.