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The Gift by Caitlin Thomson



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.

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