Already a husband
A father to be
I was in hell
Worry filled
Mother
I went to
Mother
I leaned against
Head on her shoulder
I cried
For my wife
For her pain
“My son, ”
She said
The wise
“We live in numbers from women’s pains.”
I
Thought
Think as
The rain
Falling
Forever
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