An expensive overseas vacation,
An exclusive gym membership, Drinking premium coffee, Partying all night. I imagined when my first infertility treatment was over. Yet I lack vacation days for vacation, a body fit for gym membership an understanding ear. So I fill my poems with grief, and send them out like birds, Singing to my new Facebook friends, and occasionally readers of poetry journals. As I drink my premium coffee, Slowly walking in a community garden in my hometown, I pick out fresh tomatoes and cucumbers, My basket is lined with hope. http://annarborreview.net/aArborReview_XXI/AARPg07.htm?fbclid=IwAR0CCDs1iyTJJ0x_q-ckXhNVg8p6U7xhP4tzWTebnNuEt_VM6z3_tjTNI4g
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God has answered our prayers! Our son Caleb will arrive in may 2019! |