-for Kate, born 2 June 2017

Doctors pulled a poem
from my sister today,
laid it red, naked, screaming
on her chest.

Published at nineteen lines,
beautiful meter, expressive.
Experts in the room said
she had done it again:
it was perfect.

Can you believe it!

My sister, Empress of the Caesuran Section,
Queen of the Pregnant Pause,
Laureate of Feminine Rhyme.

My sister, who couldn’t care less about Shakespeare,
author of another perfect poem!