This is a poem I wrote a few years back about my wonderful husband, Don.
MY HUSBAND-DON
So quiet, reserved, what is he thinking?
The thoughts go deep-never without a reason
His answers come slowly-deliberately.
The mind is always churning
Whirling like a tornado with things to be done.
Which will it throw out first?
So serious-in another place.
Where I am not allowed to go right now.
Shut off from the noise around him.
I catch his eye and he give me that killer smile.
"What?" he says with a chuckle.
"Nothing," I reply, just happy that he is home.
Soon he returns to our world
And is showing his wit and humor.
Teasing, laughing, enjoying life.
Such a leader in our home,
A wonderful father and husband.
Loving, kind, and fair.
Always looking out for his family.
Doing the best he can.
Wanting the best for us.
Hard working, diligent,
A just and fair boss.
Looking out for his employees.
Trustworthy and loyal.
A true friend indeed.
You can count on him.
Environmentalist, protector of land.
Leading the way.
Humble.
My love for him will never fade.
He is my protector, confidant, friend.
He belongs to me and I to him.
Unique.
Quirky.
Mine.