Somehow I missed this when you posted it, Dave, but the title caught my eyes in your sidebar. It’s a hell of a poem, and speaks to me for what I imagine are fairly obvious reasons — here I am listening to your latest podcast with my own progeny trying to climb into my lap even now. I love your vision of your nonexistent child. In Jewish tradition, of course, there’s a notion that our students are our children; sometimes I wonder whether we might argue that our poems are; but it’s not the same as having a biological child. Anyway, this is poignant and quite terrific.