The Bachellors

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60188
United States
41° 55' 9.9156" N, 88° 8' 2.4684" W

A woman is breastfeeding.
Her son lies under a blanket.
“That’s disgusting,” you say.
“Put that away!”
He husband sits
As the older son runs wild.
“Do something.
That kid is obnoxious!”
“That’s annoying!”
“Bad parents!”
“Stupid.”
“Don’t they know?”
Don’t you know?
That family of four
Should have been a family of five
Six
Seven
Maybe even more.
They lost poor Caleb
At 18 months.
Healthy and strong
But not that night.
They cried and hoped
Conceive
Miscarriage
Conceive
Miscarriage
Those two boys are blessings.
She glad she has a child to breastfeed.
He’s glad he has a child to watch.
So why aren’t you?

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