Poetry Month - Day 5: Penultimate

Here's my poem using Joanna Marple's (don't you love her name?) word, Penultimate.  I used the definition: "next to last".  Be sure to read the story below the poem - it's a fun one and will explain the poem.

Penultimate

My sister, Mindy, was supposed to be,

the penultimate child, when Julie made three.

But, unknown to everyone, there was one more

Yes, I surprised all of them. I'm number four!

Here's the backstory: 

When my mother was pregnant with my twin sister, Julie and I, she didn't know we were twins.  They didn't have ultrasounds back in the day - we were lucky they had running water and electricity :-)  Anyway, my mother's water broke 6 weeks early and the doctor thought the cord might be wrapped around the baby's neck so they did an emergency c-section.  After Julie was born, the doctor started to stich up my mother, when he said, "Oh my gosh, there's another one in there!"  Enter #4!  So, Julie ended up being the penultimate child instead of Mindy.  Cool story, isn't it?

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