Iowa Bound


A late night winter call,
the woman's voice is weak.
My mother answers the phone
and they speak.
My mother and father pack up a few things
and schedule a flight for the next week.
My parents aboard with their suitcases.
Joy is on their faces.
Seats are taken, soon the plane is filled.
My mother has become anxiously ill.
For years she tried, failed, and succeeded.
But just one more child she needed.

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