A little less than average

My child
He isn’t retarded
He isn’t dyslexic
He isn’t a slow learner
He has no ADHD
No labels
For him

He is good at math
When I teach him
But in his exams 
he makes mistakes
He’s spelling are 
Not bad
When he spells them
For me
But when written
Many of them
Incorrect
He does mix
His B’s and D’s

Shouldn’t happen 
Beyond six
But
He is 
Past eight

His handwriting 
Is really bad
He writes 
Too fast
His grip is wrong 

His paragraph writing
And essays
Humorous
But way
Off the mark

In his paragraph
On a birthday party
He writes
His mother is
Sleeping and snoring

Always trying
To be funny

I wonder
How 
He will manage
When his marks 
Are deducted 

For misspelling
Incomprehensible 
Handwriting 
Unfocused
Paragraph writing
Words missing 
In answers

What would he do
He is assumed 
To be normal
He has to
Compete with 
The best
He doesn’t have
A label

Not that I would 
Want him to

What I want
Is for him
To learn
To overcome 
His difficulties 

To be able to 
write
His  handwriting 
To be Understood
His spellings
To get better
To get
His b’s and d’s right
For him to focus
On his writing 

I don’t expect
For him to
Compete
With the best
But
To work
To better himself 

Who knows... 
One day....
He will manage
To be more
Than normal
To be better
Than average

Without 
A label....
Without
A disability 
Certificate 
To get him 
Through 
The examination 

He may shine
In ways
I can’t imagine
A bright
But different
Star
This less than average 
Son of mine

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