September

September has always been a pivotal month for me. In September 1963, my youngest brother was born, usurping my status as Favorite Son. In September 1964, I returned from a trip to Puerto Rico with a bad cold. By December I was hospitalized with nephritis. I missed six months of kindergarten and remained sickly throught my childhood. On September 11, 1982, I married my first wife. Two years later, also in September, we had our second child. On September 9, 1996, we were divorced. Two weeks later, I wrote this poem. On September 5, 1998, I married Mrs. Bitter. I had finally redeemed the month of September. Then came September 11, 2001...