Year 3: Inseminations

Wait, wait, wait, they tell me,

Wait weeks and months, relax,

And one day you will be;

But they do not know,

They do not see,

The fear, the pain, the hope,

The monthly blood spreading free;

And my own mind

Betraying me:

What is not there

It makes me see –

A growing spot, safe and

Well-fed, a tiny

Child; The day we tell;

The day we’re three –

But it is not – it was not. Maybe

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