March for Life

He has diabetes

but still,

He packed three days of food

and came,

to stand in the cold rain,

for his six grandchildren

but no marriages.

Because which one

would he rather not have?

She slipped on the ice and twisted her ankle,

but still,

armed with an ace bandage and some Motrin

she came,

to walk two miles uphill

for the grandchild that wasn’t,

because of what she’d said.

we pass a family photo on a sign, proclaiming,

“Thank you for our adopted children.”

There is a story
I wish would be mine

someday.