Aging Gracefully
When we were just children
a lifetime ago
I was jealous of his attention
wanted it all
all of the time
with no breaks for
anyone else. When we
were in our adulthood I was
never jealous just self-assured
needing no proof his
attention was focused on me
as mine was on him.
Now, when he sees a young
woman in need of help
he's there, prepared and
willing to offer. His
kindness and empathy
fill me with gratitude.
When I feel too busy
to offer more than a
polite but cursory
greeting to a female
acquaintance he will linger
and he listens, offering
that most precious resource
most people guard with
jealousy; their time.
Few have less time
than we do to spare but
he does that, my husband.
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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