My first poem on my blog is also the most recently written.
I don’t mind admitting that I am still smitten with Jo!
Lucky boy (for Joanna, poem#23)
Here I come
my love, with the clichés
I am honoured
at your determination,
on this puzzle, full of resolve.
Still looking at me with
Still quizzically gazing upon me,
steadfastly putting the pieces together,
almost complete, but never quite finished.
I am privileged
at your purpose,
continuing to contemplate an us.
I revere you calm, your inner beauty.
Your soft words and ways.
Your strong, soft heart that pumps life
into that instinctive motherhood, you are a natural.
Naturally caring, with a love that you carry and drape
across our family, like an expensive, invisible fine goose down duvet,
unseen but we can feel it. We snuggle into it and enjoy
the blanket security it brings us.
I am fortunate
that you understood the unabridged version
of me that you first encountered.
You led the edit of a new story and
I am happy that you are happy
to continue to work on the remaining chapters.
Without you who knows?
But I know my story would not have been
so engaging, such a thriller, a wonderful page turner.
I am lucky
to be on the receiving end
of your affection.
So very grateful to share
the best years of my life
with you. You have sculpted
me with finesse into the person that I am.
I am humbled
To be with you
as you join the ranks of many
very great women, who through herstory have
done so very much for many ordinary men.