Husband, <br />last night I dreamt <br />they cut off your hands and feet. <br />Husband, <br />you whispered to me, <br />Now we are both incomplete. <br /> <br />Husband, <br />I held all four <br />in my arms like sons and daughters. <br />Husband, <br />I bent slowly down <br />and washed them in magical waters. <br /> <br />Husband, <br />I placed each one <br />where it belonged on you. <br />'A miracle,' <br />you said and we laughed <br />the laugh of the well-to-do.<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-it-was-at-back-then/
