Grow My Son
Built strong house
Built raised beds
Built joyful life
But babies grow
go
Name Steve crows
at five months
a teenager
Runty and persecuted
chick became a house pet.
Gradually re-introduced
to the flock, by night
black hoody ski mask
no children?
lost dog or a cat?
heart like that?
Husband barred me
from the door while
baby cried
read psyho babble
tough love book of
bubbling spring sleep,
but pain's a watershed
Dialed 911 in days
when people had home
phones, husband ripped
the cord from the wall
Stinking cry baby
escaped that man
Divorce doesn't end.
Name Steve is number 901
of miscarriages, children,
and adopted pets.
Morning free
range time and coffee.
Call Name Steve to snuggle.
He ignores.
Turns his back.
"Act like you don't know me lady,
I'm deep under cover."
Yes, I recall, Pick me up from
school Mom, down the street
Pussy willows for sale
Goat sallow in spring
Plant echinacea
under forsythia
golden health
Bloom my son
find your joy
Miss you
Love Mom
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