he never wanted kids
with his women.
didn't expect the three of us
on his front step
returning his pie plate.
didn't think
we'd ever talk at him
the way we talked at her.
his wife,
the nurse who brought
us into life,
never could bear him children,
and he was quite afraid,
of us on his step.
supposed funny
like the last one,
but he was shy,
so obviously nervous.
so obviously unsure
of what to say.
1 comment:
you write really good poems dear, i think you should look into getting work published
i am so proud of you
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