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.