Wednesday, July 29, 2015


Over and over again he played that single note.
Something was just plain wrong with it's sound.
Giving up, he reached over his wife for the remote.
She was a beauty and her stomach now was round.

Round from holding the result of their lovemaking.
Whether boy or girl the child would be their first.
He paused to kiss her and found that she was faking
her sleep.  He asked for beer due to his sudden thirst.

He immediately regretted his request due to her condition.
Standing up quickly he had her sit back down and relax.
Spontaneously, he broke out into a song, an old rendition
that he knew she loved.  He knew now she wanted the facts.

The facts about the impending birth which had been unplanned.
It seemed that the baby was really three babies!  Unexpected,
they would have to plan carefully.  He paused and fanned
her to make her more comfortable.  Abortion they rejected.

They would go through with the difficult and dangerous delivery.
Not only that, they would use the natural method of birthing.
He winced at the thought of the pain she would go through, every
fiber of his being glad but sad for what was now in the offing.

The culmination of their passion and love was there now on display.
The fact of the matter imposed itself on their lives but not
on their love for one another.  Indeed, their love was now way
stronger than ever before!  His tongue was tied, his stomach a knot.

He began to cry just looking at her. His sweet darling angel.
She smiled up at him and opened her arms and embraced him sweetly.
No two people on Earth had ever loved like this!  He would tell
the whole world tomorrow about it on Facebook, tell it completely.

They would now be an instant family of five.  This he was glad of
and would be able to handle it financially.  He was just promoted.
They would make it like they always made it, through their love.
So, he lay his head upon her lap and in doing so felt demoted.

She was his alone and he was now even more proud of her than usual.
Her life was about to change dramatically and they would together
deal with this new future.  He would really have to be on the ball
now at work and at home.  They were connected as if by a tether.

So connected as to never go anywhere without bringing the other.
He would sometimes even go in the restroom with her, take a bath
with her and of course they slept closely together on their fur
blanket on a merely twin-sized bed.  This was their own path.

A path they had chosen years ago while dating.  They knew they had
something special and that they needed to hold on to it and nurture
it, growing it into a loving household for raising chidren in, sad
that their time together was rapidly becoming a whim of nature.

They would be losing the past routine of only themselves in the house.
Now they would have three more mouths to feed and care for completely.
Time together would be rare.  It was as if someone was going to douse
them with Gatorade!  Their lives would no longer be pigeonholed so neatly.

So, he rose from her lap and took her by the hand and led her outside.
There the neighbors greeted them and talked to her in native Tagalog.
He just stood there looking proudly at her and felt torn inside.
Torn because it was going to be new and as the lifting of a fog...

mindbringer, 28 July 2015