Father's Day Card

I made this card for my husband for Father's Day. The idea came from this poem, which I wrote one day because I was so sad that we have everything we could ever need and want--except for a baby. I also was feeling like a zombie; I felt like every time I looked around babies were everywhere--being strolled around the neighborhood, haunting me on Facebook, declaring themselves in my text messages, and cooing at me at the grocery store.

The three of us sit staring
Holding hands over mounds of our gold-rimmed treasures

We are zombies
Confused by the multiplicity of what appears to be happening outside our window--

Cherubs by the thousands
Being pushed around by their smug-dipped masters.

We look to one another for comfort
Arms still horizontal
Though we can't stop hoping
One will see us through the two-way mirror.