A Poem for Molly and Abraham After the Ultrasound
A Song for Molly and Abraham
On Seeing Baby A and Baby B
We cried,
“How long, O Lord, how long
will we be made to wait, and swallow jagged shards
of that unchristened chalice
of whose warm wine we never took a taste
and all we drank was emptiness unplanned?”
And he replied,
“Until you learn the song
that only sorrow sings, of how my soul regards
your ev’ry wound, and malice
has no place in my design, but all is paced
to come with double blessings in my hand.”