Where It Was At Back Then
Husband,
Last night I dreamt
They cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
You whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.
Husband,
I held all four
In my arms like sons and daughters.
Husband,
I bent slowly down
And washed them in magical waters.
Husband,
I placed each one
Where it belonged on you.
“A miracle,”
You said and we laughed
The laugh of the well-to-do.
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