The first time she talked to me
About it, I thought she'd never
Come to term before. I know
A few small things about the small
Things that can go wrong in utero.
I worried for her and for outcomes.
I didn't know she'd had three boys
Already, one of them halfway
To being his own species of tree,
Tall and weedy at fourteen. No,
I thought she was hanging on,
Hoping to finally be a mom,
Why ever and for whatever
Billion years of reasons that was.
So, the day she stopped by
My office to tell me she was going
To have a boy and name him
Jacob, I rejoiced, albeit wrongly.