AprilPoWriMo 30

Never very good
at endings I have written
a poem a day

for twenty five months
now I am not sure if I
deserve a break when

a human arrives
imminently it could be
any moment now

just as I describe
writing as something to do
so too is changing

diapers or putting
car seats in strollers to walk
a path part way through

a life I never
expected to include this
heavy interlude

I would trade poems
for a new life—wouldn’t you?