They were the invisible children—
these homeschoolers that came in a batch
known as a baker’s dozen.
Under an opaque bell jar,
numbered like players on God’s team,
they were but paper flowers
left in the attic to disintegrate.
She had come from a broken home
of broken bones,
& when she conceived,
she feared for the softness
of those bones,
& hardened her heart
so that she could give
those bones away.
The parents sacrificed themselves,
so their children would have a better life,
even as those same children, like adults,
sacrificed the future for their convenience.