Let's make a baby, she said,
there on her waterbed.
This, then, installed last week,
when her things, they moved in.
She was the first,
and would remain, the one only,
to make such a request.
Her Dad had feared,
the roof would collapse,
on the family home,
when her trousseau,
She, removed.
It contained all,
the ingredients needed,
to create a family,
cept, a husband.
Thirty years, she waited,
for this day.
It was not the first night,
but second.
The first night,
a pajama night,
had been.
The temple wedding,
the reception, in Franklin,
with family, and friends.
These had taken,
all her energy,
that first night.
That first morning, he spent,
crying in the bathroom,
at this apartment.
She left, the Family Breakfast,
early, to the temple,
with her best friend.
She thought,
she was offering,
a kindness.
He thought,
she preferred,
her best friend.
Then were the smells,
on the morning,
of the third day.
they awoke early,
to prepare for this
their new life,
together.
No time for a honeymoon.
That would never come.
He was needed,
at the repair shop.
She, a home,
to organize.
Coming home that night,
the apartment clean
a fridge with food,
dinner on the table,
and clean laundry.
These things,
his mom,
did not ...
these then, new smells,
then did surprise him,
that morn'.
Like the smell,
of the ice cream bucket,
in their friends truck,
containing the nauseous, contents
of a nights dinner.
The one held to celebrate,
the arrival of the couples,
first child, that next spring.
the smell of new love,
and stale sex.
like two moose,
rutting in the woods,
bringing new life, to the world.
or two socks,
sitting in the bottom,
of the hamper,
waiting to be renewed,
at next weeks laundry.
The gentle nibbling,
on her ear, as they sought,
to start, that new life,
together.
These are the smells,
that surprised him,
that second morning.
The large righteous, posterity,
God had promised him.
Create not together,
they would.
These babies would come,
from one, who loved, them all.
This, new source
a handmaiden, she would be.
In the Torah, a handmaiden,
is the one, to supply a new life,
when no life, create, the couple,
together.
Hagar, Ruth, and Mary,
such handmaidens,
had been to God
and the family.
In time, her sister,
then one, would be.
Still the smells, the next morn',
he would forget not.
The life, this then, they nurture,
together, this day.
