Coming Home

by November 14, 2021 0 comments

I didn’t have time to
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
Nine weeks later.
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.
As a

editors note:

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

Leave a Reply