Every once in a while
my children do something
so sweet that I want
nothing more
than to have another baby
immediately. It seems
impossible that these two
will grow up and grow away
and there will be no children
in this house.
That’s when I actually
get mad at cancer. We
were almost certainly done
with babies anyway;
that was the plan. And I
was getting pretty old
for it. But having the option
taken away for certain
does sting.