I had a whole year
they told me
to decide whether I wanted
to spend every following year
with you.
Go through every season,
till you excise any reason
for breaking us off,
they said.
I had no similar option
with our son:
9 months of wonder,
then lightning, then thunder -
we all fell down.
Whereas you created the mold for yourself
in my heart;
he is supposed to conform to the mold
awaiting him
in my heart.
He must navigate the street around the corner,
the one where we saw him coming.
I didn’t see you coming.
These are two very different
but equal ways of loving.
(✎E 📷S)