When the stork delivered Isaac to our home
The lady next door brought bread and apple pies
Everyone laughed chattering happily, tearing up
And cooing over his bald head.
When Mama lost her job she cried all the time
The whole street cooked us heavenly feasts,
Kissed us, blessed us, and gave Mama something
Called a loan in the laundromat.
They invited us to their Fourth of July parties
Even though the fridge was bare with nothing to bring
They asked us to come to church potlucks
And Christmas Eve services knowing Mama would refuse.
When there was no money for new or even clean clothes
We seemed to get everything passed down
Or from Goodwill that hadn’t been washed in ages
No one at school said anything.
When I was old enough to know the stork didn’t deliver,
Margaret-June-to-be didn’t live, even with the midwife’s careful hands,
The whole block came with flowers, candy, I’m-so-sorrys,
Tears, and crying prayers.
And when Papa went on a fishing trip and never came back,
People flooded the whole house like weeklong rain floods a river
They made us feel safe and comforted,
A thousand new fathers and a million other mothers.
Everyone was friendly even when nothing bad happened
They welcomed and included us in a safe circle.
My community wrapped its warm arms around me
And built a beautiful wall that wasn’t to hide in, but to be strong.
The lady next door brought bread and apple pies
Everyone laughed chattering happily, tearing up
And cooing over his bald head.
When Mama lost her job she cried all the time
The whole street cooked us heavenly feasts,
Kissed us, blessed us, and gave Mama something
Called a loan in the laundromat.
They invited us to their Fourth of July parties
Even though the fridge was bare with nothing to bring
They asked us to come to church potlucks
And Christmas Eve services knowing Mama would refuse.
When there was no money for new or even clean clothes
We seemed to get everything passed down
Or from Goodwill that hadn’t been washed in ages
No one at school said anything.
When I was old enough to know the stork didn’t deliver,
Margaret-June-to-be didn’t live, even with the midwife’s careful hands,
The whole block came with flowers, candy, I’m-so-sorrys,
Tears, and crying prayers.
And when Papa went on a fishing trip and never came back,
People flooded the whole house like weeklong rain floods a river
They made us feel safe and comforted,
A thousand new fathers and a million other mothers.
Everyone was friendly even when nothing bad happened
They welcomed and included us in a safe circle.
My community wrapped its warm arms around me
And built a beautiful wall that wasn’t to hide in, but to be strong.
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