Abigail Sedgwick

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

Aggravating, but without intention
Because
Insecurities are my mind's
Greatest invention.
Alluded to harshly
In regard to "pretention."
L**onely but loved, despite the contention.

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

Jon

I thought I knew forgiveness
   but then I saw it through your eyes
      the gentleness there when you see me mess up
      the patience in your smile when I'm confused...
You watch me explore, get lost, see it all.
I love that you don't catch me when I fall.

When your voice drops down low
   like the heat before a storm
      your words still lift me, embrace, encourage-
      I see your secret smile when I pull myself up.
It's in your voice as it crescendos back up
   like the crinkles in the corners of your eyes.

You let me walk, run, fly, see, grow tall...
*I love that you don't catch me when I fall

This is an old poem I wrote when I started dating my husband. My voice has changed since then, but it's fun to stumble on older pieces.

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

untitled

to live and let live
to love and let die
i'd pay either price
to be first on your mind

just some word doodling to calm my nerves for the night.

Sep 2016

Stephan

Normally

.

Normally the sunrise
comes to start a wondrous day
So tell me why this morning
I just want to run away

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

Lover's Intuition

Flushed and warm.
The kind of breathless you get when a
   butterfly from your belly flutters
      onto your heart.

And then it starts -
A little squeeze on your heart,
   a bigger tug on your smile.
The sprinkles in your laughter harmonize
   with the beat of his heart.

He breathes through your whispers
   which creak the bed though you try
      not to wake him.
But he smiles anyway -
   you can hear it through the dark.

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

gabriel

it's kind of beautiful
the rorschach
pattern of milk
on my *******
the matching pair
of dark wet stains
that could just
as easily be
sweat
tears
or a gathering
of the filth
from too many years
spent wearing
an old t-shirt

he was beautiful
too
thick, full lips
I would have loved
to kiss
and they turned
down
like a bow
to match his mama
a pucker so sweet
it will surely
be missed

a three-part
nose like
his dad
resting on cheeks
that are too big
for his tiny
sweet face
but he gets
that from me
so i guess
it's ok

long fingers
on big hands
that looked strong
like his dad
and short toes
like me again
because I
suppose
the genes
of two people
in love just
happen to combine
in a perfect half
even when
the result
can never be
whole

Abigail Sedgwick Sep 2016

If I Could Just

If I could just go back
to the moment when
I decided that the hot
cup of coffee outbalanced
the worry
for the tiny life
buried
(already?)
inside me

to the moment when
we decided that the
*** was well worth
the panic
of the movement
the aching, the pleasure

to the moment when
I complained of
the nausea
the sweating
the mood swings
the size that I measured

If I could just
go back
to those moments
might God let me keep
him?

My treasure.