a letter to my unborn children

Posted: July 21, 2010 in Poetry

there are four of you inside of me,
four of you named and waiting for escape.

i worry about my sons and the world
and how it thinks they’ll have it easier than the girls.

they’ll only have it easy if they take
the challenge to die for easy pleasure and association.

and they’ll have to worry about me
when i teach them to want more than outside coddling.

the girls will have it easy now
because they will not be taught to nurse and grieve.

the girls will have it easy now
because they will learn to plant and harvest instead.

my little babies who may never leave me,
if you decide to meet this earth with eyes shut and mouths wide

i want you to know this:
you start out planting and you will never stop planting when you leave
or when i leave.

i will learn to bring a being into life
so that when you get here, you won’t fear me or the flowers
i have kept waiting for you.

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