Did you ever find something old--a poem-- and decide to finish it twenty years after you started it? Of course, you're a different person. Or are you? Here's my poem that I found and finished...

Twenty Years Between
the First and Second Part 
We come to it late this love late at nightafter the argument about the kids that aren’t born yet to us— we are preparing ourarguments ahead of time like we preparedcheat notes for tests in college we makeready our lives for children then come back tolove after we’ve decided nothing—the children will come when they come andwe’ll let them be born. What a thing to have to decide—when to let something be born and when other things like moneymatter more.   
Twenty entangled years later,making love late again.No arguments before or after, onlyour son and daughter’s sleeping breaths,what a thing we’ve decided—nothing matters more.  
          ©Caroline Bock
2012
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Truly,
Caroline