Poem – Sweet Time

I can’t feel my feet.
They’ve become numb
do to my legs being stretched
straight forward and propped on
our coffee table. I tried to put
them down to regain feeling,
but when I attempted to do so
Gavin said, “Feet back up, please.”
So back up they went and there they stayed.
The days of Gavin sitting on my lap, on a cold New England morning with a blanket draped over us, are numbered.

-M. Taggart

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