When should I arrive?
Will she come early or late?
It takes so long to get from Madison, Wisconsin to Brockville, Ontario,
but Sara wants me with her and her husband in the labor room.
I am afraid to see my daughter in such pain.
So Evelyn decides.
She’ll just be breech, they’ll schedule a Caesarean,
no more poring over train, plane, driving schedules.
Evelyn is a planner, like her mother.
She doesn’t like the Aries due date,
she would rather be a Pisces.
But her mother had planned another week of fabricating jewellery in her studio.
Everything depends on Evelyn.
Evelyn is Irish, like her father, so she arranges to be born on March 17th.
That night Grandpa Byrne dons green for the annual party and brags about
his St. Patrick’s Day baby.
Everyone’s sleep depends on Evelyn.
And everyone waits for Evelyn to burp.
Washing clothes, washing dishes,…
Fortunately food was cooked and frozen ahead of time,
but Evelyn decides when we sit down to eat.
Mighty Miss Evelyn, Evelyn the Decider,
Evelyn of the auburn hair and rosebud lips,
Evelyn of the tiny cry,
Sweet Evelyn, upon whom everything depends.