mood: waiting | drinking: Bruce is
Mini Watermelon
Any day now
could be The Day,
and then for years
we will mark it
with candles and confections.
The only immediate trouble is
knowing which day
will be The One.
I have always loved September,
so if you want to wait
a few more days
to make your entrance,
I won’t mind. But then,
I am already accompanied
every hour
by your elbows
and kneecaps.
Your father, however,
enjoys no such comfort
and has grown so anxious
to see your face,
he has begun to lace
my BLT sandwiches
with hot sauce.
-Lo, from week 39.
LaDonnaWitmer 