To Hubby For Putting Up With A Poet-Wife

 PAD Challenge day 11: For today’s prompt, write a dedication poem.

I guess that I deserve the smirks, side-jokes, eye-rolls and such

They tell the unflattering truth without adjective’s touch

Since those green years of youth and all the ups and downs we’ve had

Quite unaware, I groomed the quirks that sometimes drive you mad

But even if I could I wouldn’t like it very much

To never need to find a rhyming word that ends in ‘uch’

The way I am is due, in part to features God-designed

The rest, I guess is creature-strength and weakness intertwined

And all the idiosyncrasies that make this poet thus

Are not exactly matters with much merit to discuss

So all I ask is for us to be more patient and kind

A person fifty-plus is hard to re-invent, I find

I love the way you say you love the way I, ‘my-oh-my!’

You put up with my craned-neck-stares at what you call The Sky

And even when you mutter ‘oh, no not again’, I know

You wouldn’t really change me (at least I tell myself so)

So, thank-you Hubby, you deserve a medal a mile high

For putting up with….oh, wow, look! A cloud, a tree, a…sigh

You say a four-line poem is a perfect work of art

But you have never held a poem-ocean in your heart

Or borne the dash of ether breakers crashing deep within

Or felt the whisper of an almost-poem brush your skin

So I will dedicate this poem to you, every part

And ask your kind indulgence from the bottom of my heart

© Janet Martin