The diapers that I’ve got are wearing thin,
the oldest boy has rickets and the skin
their gram who won’t come round but half the time.
She’s scared I might be pregnant with a third.
You yourself can see how that’s absurd
to let me starve another. He’ll be unkind,
but it’s easier than feeling that I’m curst
to bear another with a hope so small.”
The doctor hardly looked her way at all
because he had to ask her husband first.