Showing posts with label wife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wife. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

But By The Grace of God (til death doth part)




Not counting all the times, we didn’t see quite eye to eye
When your druthers and mine were like December meets July
When opposites that once seemed so attractive start to irk
As we reevaluate what it takes to make ‘us’ work

Not counting all the days when love's 'tone' was misunderstood
And we did not respond in ways like two grown adults should
When we behaved like rivals rather than husband and wife
I’d say we are exceptional at rocking married life

Not counting all the rules that unschooled mid-life love ignores
Until our tempers cool, no longer fooled by lion-roars/'winning' scores
I’d say in spite of all the times we bite instead of kiss
That you and I are prime examples of sweet, wedded bliss

I hope that life becomes a 'losing track of years' because
Of moment-thrum's momentous sums; the love-story of 'us'
Where, in spite of those times we blush some sad excuse to fend
We'll look back on a life of 'us'; love, faithful to the end

© Janet Martin

Friday, February 1, 2019

Sheer Wonder of So Much Love


All-in-a-Friday-morning's-musing...
Last night at supper we were discussing something that led to someone saying
how those days back then (of Emily and Melissa living at home)
feel like a dream and suddenly I had to swallow SO hard
to keep from adding extra salt to the soup I was eating...
 Time, what a trickster; turning something totally common into love's tender trophy, even now!

Suddenly I understand the song Row, Row Your Boat a little better...esp. with this video.

As a wife and mother I’ve learned things
 I thought I was incapable of
And would be utterly impossible
 If it wasn’t for so much love

As a wife and mother I carry
A hold beneath ivory-ribbed bars
A vault tattooed and almost buried
With wave upon wave of brave salt-stars

As a wife and mother I’ve tasted
Love’s bitterest gall and sweetest joys
And I’d wonder if it was worth it
But for so many precious girls and boys

As a mother and wife I could be
So sad over so much lost
Until I remember that love always comes
With so much cost

As a wife and mother I know I’d be
A continuous, emotional mess
If it wasn’t for the sheer, dear beauty of
So much happiness

© Janet Martin


Friday, June 1, 2018

Humbly Thankful (a love poem)


Hubby's 'Happy 54th Birthday' today!
Happy Birthday Jim!
...and because I know you prefer short, SHORT poems, 
here is a short one for you...

For all the miles you've 'run'
For all the shoveled 'poo'
This is a great big "thank-you hon" 
And a great big "I love you" 
(for all the times I didn't say thank-you)

 Thank-you for the millions of miles you've driven (and scooped)
to keep a roof over our heads, food on the table and shoes on our feet!

Here's another short-ish poem for us...

We celebrate our 30th anniversary on Sunday 
so in case I'm not back til next week this poem is a little tribute to thirty years of us!



Life sometimes leaves us wishing for things we could use more of
But I am humbly thankful for more-than-I-deserve love
Where just-between-the-two-of-us would leave many a lapse
But by kind love and help from God He fills in all the gaps
As through the ups and downs of love and life and try, try, try
The older that we get the more love seems to satisfy
Then come what may from day to day, one thing we know is sure
God’s love entwined with yours and mine makes our love secure

I could spice up this poem hon, with words like ‘sweetie-pie’
But you know me too well so I’ll just wink, (and you know why)

© Janet Martin

 One of 'our songs'💟


Monday, February 11, 2013

Touch Me...a Love in Marriage Poem



 

Touch me
Touch me with your eyes
The gap twixt you and I
Trembles with the fullness
Of love’s hard truths realized
Experience; years in learning
Kindles a keener spark
For love is more than reckless
Stolen kisses in the dark

Touch me
Touch me with your thought
Past warmth of pulsing skin
To the person, not of flesh
That I am from within
For time, a patient teacher
Wields love’s refining tool
And we are willing students
Testing, breaking every rule

Touch me
Oh, touch me with your hands
There is no restriction
No restraint or reprimand
In love’s pure invitation
Of passion’s purposed honor
Reserved implicitly
For one unto the other
Shared only twixt me and thee

Touch me
Darling, touch me with your lips
And whisper word for word
The hunger in your finger-tips
And longing’s oceans stirred
Then kiss me, kiss me slowly
Where inhibitions hide
Kiss away the willfulness
Protecting foolish pride

Touch me
Touch me with your loving smile
The kind that understands
The beauty of love’s chapters
Etched into enduring hands
Committed to its promise
That joined us heart to heart
'to love each other faithfully
until death do us part'

© Janet Martin