The Second in the Series

The next one is written in my mom's perspective.

Advocate

One more meeting: the last appointment of

            the day—psychologist

                        this time, but tomorrow

one of my own,

            the book club girls,

my only escape. But today:

            it’s for Charles,

            running him around, a present

for a party he was invited to. I remember

all the times no one invited him,

            this is important,

                        this is his first one.

Years ago, his old school—

            unprepared and underqualified—I had to

            step in so much: no one else

understands him, even people trained

            to understand                          didn’t see

            something more, than a boy

                                                            misbehaving,

not listening

or perhaps bad parenting.