We’ve never been an introspective pair.
But how bemused I was to note I have
No poetry in mind for this farmer,
My husband, sons’ father, creative mind.
All my readings and rejoicings with words,
Nothing jumped out at me as apropos?
Is my man such a mystery to me,
Even now, after almost fourteen years?
Or have I simply reached a place of trust?
I can confess a crush and he laughs and
We talk it out. I want to be perfect.
He wants to be like Christ. He has chosen
The better part. He cherished me, showed me
Christ. There is no mystery here. Good thing.
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