He would sit under the kitchen table
About an hour before each mid-week transfer.
Just sit, wrapped up in himself.
Quietly, not even petulantly.
Resignation in the set of his shoulders,
A look in his eyes
Not of sadness, but worse,
stunning and beautiful, overwhelming, not beautiful—so sad, heart wrenching, a sense of helplessness when faced with such a child….thank you for sharing this, Tricia….