April Poem


This is a picture
of me holding a baby.
She is not my child.

We are both smiling.
That dark spot on my sweater
is a kiss of drool.

My sister is there,
too, her daughter between us.
I am just the aunt.

11 thoughts on “April Poem

  1. Thanks, ladies. I so appreciate that you all get it. That’s why I’m here, instead of spouting poetry about infertility at the nearest coffee house. 😉

  2. Lovely Haikus. So many emotions contained in so few words. I join the group in saying that I get it…*sigh*… I totally get it.

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