Fourth Child

The part of me
That is quick and witty,
Decisive and efficient
Is Waiting now,
Hemming and Hawing,
Fixed in a chair
Or a series of chairs
With a glorious
Obsession positioned
On my body.

A baby.

She has such exquisite need
Of me.
She is so gracious,
So grateful.
She is infinitely more important
Than the other things,
My work,
My calling,

My people.



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