Unnamed

My oldest daughter shared a dream once
in which she met an older sister and
felt herself displaced and downhearted.

She’d known for years there were others
before. Her dream made me
weep all over again for the unnamed unborn.

We pulled 5 kittens from an oil
drum in the barn today, their
yellow mother discovered on the road.

We lost one and now have four.
I, who am allergic to cats, still
have a yen for life, a lap and,

determination to see them thrive. Three
yellow, one calico, their names are
forming around the edges of our hearts.