Appointment Postponed

On Tuesday morning she was so concerned
about a foster kid who’s 38,
she planned to see his doctor with him, yearned
to question protocols and advocate
for tests and facts – whatever could be learned.
By Thursday when he said he might be late,
her worry’d ebbed from catapult to shove.
Disquiet morphed to tough parental love.

(Ottava Rima)

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