On Shadeland

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


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