It was rainy the day Camden and Sofie were born,
late July enough to tell the story of how summer ends,
6 hours apart, they came quickly and crying
like angels singing to a loving God.
Greg could tell you more, or Chris – they could tell you
the smell of the air and the distance between the rooms
the color of the warning signs to prevent mistakes
switching their infants.
It was rainy. It was cool for summer and it was perfect
as those tiny babies came in to the world. Mothers
sweating and satisfied and aching with love
fulfilled. Greg and Chris could tell you more
about the beauty of the moment, about the beauty
of the babies, about the joy, the unimaginable joy
of newborns and growing families and the song
playing on the radio.
It was rainy the the babies were born to two brothers
with wives named Jen. It was rainy and cool
and years later, they would sip beer and listen
as their hearts walked off the Earth again
to find that heaven only now can know.