The other night, after getting up to care for the baby, I lay in bed awake for a rare few minutes writing part of this poem in my head. I welcome your thoughts about it or about other ordinary and extraordinary moments of communion.
A Trinity
Last night I heard the baby cry.
I got up and went to him.
He sat on his bed, bewildered, cold and sad.
Though he was calling for me he shrieked,
Startled, when I came.
He is unswaddled and his sleep is still and already
Troubled by the bad things his hands do when they are free.
I wrapped him again and lay next to him on the spare bed,
Spreading my old blue robe over him for warmth,
Letting him nurse and tuck his feet into the hollow a sideways body makes.
Taking food and heat and rest from me,
He is full of quiet.
My palm is on his cold, rubbery ear,
And my fingers hold his head too young for hair.
I set him back into bed, and whispering, covered him with a blanket.
On my way back upstairs a window showed the night:
Snow and sky glowing blue and everything else
Standing black as its own shadow.
Back in bed I moved to my husband,
Healthy but always hot as a fever in sleep.
In sleep he felt the chill of my skin and turned,
Wrapping a hot arm around me,
Breathing even as waves on the shore.
Your writing imparts or reveals the deep meaning in the rituals of daily life. Very comforting in the juxtaposing of cold and warm, alone and together.
One small grammatical questionâis âlayâ correct or is it, as you wrote, âlaid?â
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Thanks! It looks like your question got computer jumbled–do you want to try sending it again?
Okay, decoded and noted and changed. Thanks!
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That’s tremendous, Emma! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Consider submitting this to the journal First Things; Dwight will know all about it (if you don’t yourself)!
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Thanks, Brian,
I was hoping you might comment and First Things is an exciting idea.
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Spreading my old blue robe over him for warmth…..this made me think of the Blessed Virgin Mary…the last line pulled on my heartstrings…my husband is away right now…I’m on my Kindle in the middle of the night commenting on poems and missing him….thank you for sharing
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