Blind Spot (2007)

"I never thought of such a thing," she said.
"A thing?" I said, putting down my paper.
"Not having a baby," she said.
"Oh," I said. Truth to tell
We had talked about it often.
Her blind spot about the child was our
First inkling. As it progressed the child
Came in and out of our life. Now
Male, now female, now one, now three,
A newborn, a stillborn, the tiny coffin,
The flooded graveside. "Too morbid," I told her.
"Yes," she said, complacently, picking up
her knitting, "Too morbid."