Scrapbooks - Nov. 29, 2023

I scour an undated year

from my scrapbook of poetry

evidence of successful births

stillborns and those that lived

just a short time

and find two poems to resurrect

prop them up and inject

with enough life-giving words

so they can walk and escort them

to the haven of surviving siblings

poets can do that you know

raise the dead

pull rabbits out of hats

make the blind see

but they’re best at delivering

fireside company

on a chilly night