You wouldn’t sleep when you were a baby.
No crying or fussing
Just wide blinking eyes looking into mine
I remember being desperate for answers
Baby books dog-eared searching for a remedy
I would push your stroller
Circling our neighborhood, meandering unfamiliar streets
Worry shadowed my steps
I walked, you smiled
For hours shaded by wizened trees
We watched the light through the leaves
Together
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