K-Jerene: Wanting a Girl

1.Jerene, pregnant
A third, and last time,
And this time
The birth breech.

Out walking late
In a cold, fine mist,
I angle to read
My watch,

And the blurred hands
Say now,
We are out of time,
Turn, baby, turn.

I turn home.
A child in darkness
Drifts.
May all be alright.

2.A big girl!
10 lbs. to the ounce!
So big a collar
Bone breaks.
Jerene's face,
At the boys' births,
Glowed. Yet Erin
Is something more.
As the Doctor
Lofted
Our daughter,
Jerene on elbows
Rose. In her joy,
At her child,
For the first time
I see my wife.