Having Babies 2.0

Two young fools prayed and married  
as we blended then childless lives
 
Our debate on when to start varied  
despite our strong nesting drives
 
our pointless opinions and notions...
(Or were they arbitrary goals?)
 
-Despite contraceptive potions
fell pregnant into parenting roles
 
Tender age of eighteen  
first baby from love’s song  
fit in right between  
as we walked along  
 
We "planned" next baby coming  
such great new adventure  
a new way of summing  
as she learned to put  
olives on her fingers  
 
With us at the count of two
through fertility that lingers
the adding far from through
 
Two were an active handful  
...of course we thought of waiting  
we parents were quite careful  
God's will came through our mating  
 
So then, soon a little brother  
When I was twenty one  
came to  join the others  
....though even then not done  
 
for we found desire in heart
to fill our quiver till it's full
Repopulating is our part
and greatest ache, the critic's bull
 
We had to hope and pray...
there would be a number four  
Two and a half years later  
we got our Winter Sunshine  
sweet child we adore  
 
In a new place we were building  
had to add "just one more"
but then for five years waiting  
We tried to purge our house of crazy  
saner nesting was letting them all grow  
 
Despite how that hope grew hazy  
our prayer for more would show  
Two more sons share a birthday  
though they're two years apart  
Brotherly love is their way  
a sign to educate the heart  
 
At thirty five another  
sweetest little baby girl  
still married to each other  
while our stormy life does whirl  
 
Along came little baby #9
Life has been crazy, truly  
still, four boys suits us fine
God will not give unduly  
 
We do not wish to play the martyr  
to be spent like tired salmon  
to use our blood for barter  
instead as time goes on  
 
we seek regeneration  
but we didn't take a breather  
number 10 came a year later...
But this poem is far from done  
...we aren't finished either