Ode to my "Old Man"

Hey babe, how are you?
Did you sleep well?
The kind of messages my husband sends, I often giggle, pls don't tell.
I slept ok I say. I'm lying that's for sure.
I never question his motives because I know they are pure.

What's for dinner? Pizza again? Oh Lawd his complaint.
But when he gets home,  no longer alone, I try to stand but almost faint.

Cupcake, did you have a bad day? My poor husband looks on with dismay. How do I answer? What do I say?

I try to keep the truth from him but he sees it in my eyes.
I don't want to tell him how bad I feel, he sees so no surprise.

Gently his lips press on my hair, holding me close and tight. I am thankful every day and almost every night.

Because I haven't been doing well, he sleeps all alone.
This really isn't good but it's to preserve my health, atleast he is at home.

We sit in silence often but not because we've nothing to say.
Knowing us as I do, we share our feelings different ways.

Him and poetry, man I laugh... I don't think he understands. But with a grin from ear to ear, he slowly claps his hands.

Yeah my husband is a nut and he's all mine.
I will say this for certain, he was a fantastic find.