Wiggling, laughing, smiling
A charmer since birth
Contanstly curious
moving, investigating
Splashing louder
We can't wait for you to talk
to walk to run
to taste to know
And then it begins
the taming of this unbridled joy
Now at nine, your wiggly body
doesn't fit in the rigidity of school
your silliness brings frowns from adults
and your talking a stern finger
another warning
He's distracted
He doesn't pay attention
He talks to much
He's got the obvious signs
So we sit in this small office
trying to discern the severity
the need for medication
to help you focus
This boy who builds
with legos for hours
this boy with binoculars
chasing birds among the trees
this boy sitting motionless
absorbed in a good book
this boy coming to my aid
when i first ask
this boy
now lost
because he doesn't fit
the mold of a busy classroom.
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