The Gift
My husband is ill. I am in pain always,
a large coat around me.
Joy is hard to put into words,
like how it is impossible to photograph
the weight of a small child in your arms,
the wiggle of their skin.
My husband is ill. I am in pain always,
a large coat around me.
When I talk about life, I worry
that I’ve only captured the ache of it
and not the glorious pleasure of hearing
the squeal of a child that thinks they got away
with sneaking something I wanted
them to have all along.
Caitlin Thomson’s work has appeared in numerous anthologies and literary journals including: The Penn Review, The Adroit Journal, The Fiddlehead, Barrow Street, Wraparound South, and Radar Poetry. You can learn more about her writing at www.caitlinthomson.com.
Caitlin your words always conjure up so many feelings that we all encounter in this life. Shelley💞