it is never too early or too late for love

what a random spring day
in the middle of winter!

i pull the windows up in the house
and roll the windows down in the car

and head off to take valentines day flowers to tinsley
because it is never too early
or too late for love
(it just is).

i squish my way down the muddy hill,
nestle the new pink petals on top of her name,
kneel to trace the snowflake on her grave,
and relax my body into the unexpected
february sun.

then a familiar sensation descends over my body.
“that can’t be right,” i think to myself,
but it is.

milk meant for henry trickles down my chest
and wet circles form on my shirt.

i look around in confusion
and then smile as i realize
that my body recognizes
and honors the third child in my heart —

because it is never too early
or too late for love
(it just is).