To a Loving Husband
That day stripped off summer things:
Salved the burns from sun,
heals scorched soul,
now comes autumn to brown all.
Now I'm poised!
Somewhere soul mates relax
beneath canopied happiness,
bliss replaced unhappiness.
Since we not kin, love pours
through veins, making
us one in same.
From the depth and breadth
of my heart out spranged love.
Days after days and
weeks after weeks completing
themselves into years.
How many ways you present your love,
Many times you supported me?
Few times broke my heart,
mending, then making
brand new again.
A good-morning-kiss on my forehead
and rich brown coffee to me in bed;
Laughing and talking while sitting and walking;
You're my ears, my legs, my sight
gathering light for dark days and nights.
You enjoys my taste as well as my smell;
feels my pain as it were pleasure.
Dear, never let your hundred -hands
lay limp by your side.
(May 14,2011)
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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