This is poem #16, but as the actual date of this post is April 24, 2013 it is obvious that I am playing catch up. I have been sidetracked by my daughter’s TCAP testing (virtual school) in having to leave home for the week of April 22-25. The previous week was also full of to-dos that I could not avoid which pushed me into writer’s block. I seriously could not think of ANYTHING to write despite the fact that I was truly enjoying the NaPoWriMo challenge.
I am so far behind on my poems that it seems that I will not make it to the end of the month, but I am determined, because this week is also the week of my 20th anniversary. My husband nor I ever remember the exact day that we got married due to my once uncontrollable temper which caused me to angrily break the frame that encased our original marriage license minutes before ripping the license to shreds. We did later get a copy, but after all these years, who knows where that is? So each year during the last week of April, we just tell each other ‘Happy Anniversary’ – neither of us realizing or caring when the proper day has passed.
All I know is that 20 years have passed and it doesn’t feel like it so we must have done something right along the tedious road that we have traveled together…we also do not wear wedding rings because back then we were too poor to buy them and I just happen to be allergic to metal so in the beginning, all that mattered to me was the paper but that obviously didn’t last very long. I am writing this poem in honor of mine and my husband’s good and bad times…still kicking through it all!
There is no face like his
No smile can compare
To that of his
We are a pair
His strength overwhelms me
So does his gentleness
In my time of weakness
I can rest
We laugh at nothing
Also everything
It warms my heart
To hear him sing
His voice can be soft
And smooth as silk
sensuously tearing down
My contrary will
I can anger him
with my attitude
Even when I know I’m wrong
He refuses to be rude
Until he chooses to be
The tables turn
He can hurt my feelings
Blood boils, my heart burns
But as each day arrives
He never ceases to prove
That away from me
He will never move
This makes me proud
But sometimes not
During those episodes
When tempers run hot
Love and hate at once
I cannot fathom
Until I am overcome
By his never-ending passion
We look strange to others
Because we never hide
Unable to conceal
Love, anger, patience, pride
We care not
When others cannot see
That twenty years is well enough
To know where you want to be
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