WEEK 13 (In the front seat, waiting for your mother)

Funny—not sure why I remembered

At the doctor’s office

My father when I was three

Coming home from a business trip

Your uncle & I waiting for him in our

Slippers downstairs—The ringing of the key

& that funny squeak when the tall oak door opened

Like a bearded giant wearing a girl’s voice

He threw his scarf onto the black hanger

Silk whistling against metal

& thumped the striped suitcase onto

The marble floor to receive us in his arms

I remember the leather luggage unlatched

Your uncle’s smile holding his new toy

I remember waiting for mine & before

My father realized he’d forgotten

I pretended running to the bathroom for a pee

But really hiding behind my bedroom door

To spare him the embarrassment—That night

I laughed through dinner to hold back the tears

Kissed my father good night more than once

To make sure he knew I loved him anyway

I did such a good job

He never noticed his oversight & did it again

More than once

Funny—not sure why the memory struck when I saw you

Not sure what we were expecting on the monitor

A tiny tadpole or less but there you were

Only a few cells big but so realized already—Facing us

With limbs open to receive us & eyes so clear

Staring right into my own—I tried to laugh

But this time I could not hold back the tears

Of all the surprises I expected & never got

You were the first I got without expecting