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Abigail Sedgwick
Poems
Feb 2018
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You don't want to hear it,
but I still think of him.
When he turns his little feet
in circles, circles, circles,
and waves those jerky fists
I think of him.
When heΒ squeals with delight and leaps
into the arms of everyone
who reaches for him
I think of him.
At night, when he won't sleep
until I rock and sing and
sing and rock again
and falls asleep, still moving,
always moving
I think of him.
I think of how
his feet might have been a
constant circle, too.
I think of how
he would have stared lovingly
at his own little fists.
I think of how
he would have squealed in delight
while the Church passed him around.
I think ofΒ how,
when they put him in my arms
he was already asleep
even though
I hadn't sung him
any lullabies.
For my first still baby. And for my second wiggling joy.
Written by
Abigail Sedgwick
29/F/West Virginia
(29/F/West Virginia)
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