as i carry him

it interrupts me every day —
please don’t die

washing dishes
changing a diaper
cheering at a baseball game

please don’t die

picking out bananas
responding to an email
watching a TV show

please don’t die

the thought never comes while i’m at the OB office
or during an ultrasound

it appears as i glide down the mundane moments of life
(when death is apt to sneak up on us all)

please don’t die

nothing sophisticated or obtuse about it,
just a simple wish i carry along…
as i carry him along with me