For nine months i sat
while my sister grew fat
her bundle of joy kicking inside her
tumbling like wet clothes in a dryer
the time finally came where he wanted out, my brother held her hand and heard her shout, about thirty minutes and he was there, his ears, his face, his fuzzy little hair, as she rested they cleaned him up, thrashing around like a newborn pup, six pounds twelve ounces they said, sixteen inches and a cone on his head. a day rolled by and the tension passed. i sat and held him in my arms at last.
