When’s the Baby shower?

Well, my sister-law is pregnant, 

Baby bump and all.

And ain’t it just like them 

not to even mention it 

until 3 months in, 

but you know 

it’s always a show with some people.

Now don’t get me wrong, 

you see 

I just ain’t much 

for this "fruit of a woman" nonsense.

I’d call mulligan in about a beat 

if I knew who dealt me 

That good for nothing hand.

And please, if you will,

go on and tell me how after almost 30 years

I find myself strong, talented

Childless.

That last part’s the kicker, ain’t it?

I tell you a child don’t sound like nothing to me except 

money I don’t have, time

I ain’t got, and what's left of my health, 

and Lord knows that  

wasn’t all that much to start with 

- Bless my heart.

As if all that good fought energy I spent working 

and climbing, 

and scraping,

and bruising, 

swinging and beating my way on through 

was meant to lead me barefoot, 

knocked up,

pourin my soul into rocking cradles and boiling bottles. 

No ma ‘am, No Sir

Not me.

Then why am I so bitter?