Coming Home

by on November 14, 2021 :: 0 comments

I didn’t have time to
Panic,
When you were born.
You were
Three Months Early.
You both had already beaten all the odds.
A one percent chance of survival.
And now, my Jonathan, you’re
Coming Home
Today.
Nine weeks later.
Now…
Now I panic.
With your older brother
Still in the ICU,
I panic.
Can I provide for you?
Can I make this comfortable for you?
We’re all learning.
We’ll learn as we go.
Together.
As a
Family.

editors note:

Another installment in this poet’s twin saga. Still, no time for panic. – mh clay

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