Poem 23 (51) -- There’s been a problem at home

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

There’s been a problem at home
So today you get a special poem.
Yesterday you didn’t really moan.
You were strong, almost like stone
Despite the loss of the baby–
We can try again soon, maybe.
But for now, think of what might’ve been–
A baby with no eyes, no face, no chin.
Or perhaps we would have had a rat,
Certainly nothing cute like a cat.
Maybe the baby would have had fur,
Or perhaps it would have been a cur.
You know, I'm glad we lost the fetus.
Sure it’s sad, but it won’t defeat us
Because we already sail in the same boat
And we will again unite in a zygote.
This poem doesn’t seem to want to end.
As in life, there’s more around the bend,
And that’s what we’re supposed to learn–
To be together through every twist and turn.

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