Poem: We Wait by Maureen Ash We Wait My sister’s unborn granchild balksat the gate, won’t be born just yetas we stand with our arms out, offeringlike oats and applesthe sweetly padded landing of our quilts, knitted caps,flannel blankets. Maybe the baby knowswhat dark halter awaits, the creaking leather harness,hate’s ponderous load on the earthand […]