Where It Was At Back Then Poem by Anne Sexton
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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4/17/2024 12:51:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
very sincere love of man and woman; in fact love of wife and husband. nice p[opem