Simmer (27/36)
Vonnets in an Airport Lounge
An inquiry from wrought-iron balcony
to strolling woman on Mardi Gras Day,
“When are you due?” Then gasped the gallery,
“Serious?” when she replied, “Yesterday!”
Nothing happened. Two days later, Doctor advised
a verdict that shouldn’t have completely surprised,
“Let’s birth this baby. The ultrasound shows
this kiddo measures four point two kilos.”
“Can’t be tomorrow. Nursery’s not painted.
Besides, as you said, I’m not dilated!”
Doc said, “Still, that baby shouldn’t simmer.”
We went out, had our last “alone” dinner.
Can time heal a soul, yet completely not?
Can joy co-exist while sorr’w not forgot?
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