Rough hands
For husband
Its dark as he enters through the sliding back door,
He's tired and hes distant and grumpy and sore
I want to jump in and tell him about my whole day
but iv still got that pile of washing to fold then put away
He sits there so silent he's deep in his thoughts
I'm still rushing around feeling ignored,exghusted, distraught
His dinner is ready the kids are all fed
Its now time for their bath and teeth then bed
He's eaten his meal with not even one word said
The boys are both tucked up asleep now in their beds
I miss him I think but I'm also quite mad
Yes I am the mum but he is supposed to be dad
Then a thought starts to hit me as I stare at his hands a story can be told from this now sleeping man
They are hard working hands all calloused and raw his hands tell me something I didn't think of before
I may not have asked for these lonley quite nights
But the scarfices he makes are no small sight
Hes up before day light, he's out till it's late
Works like his prison ...he has no escape
I forget all the things he misses out on
the league games, the outings, so much time with our sons
I know that he wishes he could be with us more
but he carries on slaving just a little bit more
He puts us first really in the strange sort of way
He's out working hard for his family day after day
I'm grateful I married this tired selfless farmer
He wears his devotion to family
as his armor
I couldn't ask more of this silent sleeping man
My man with the rough, calosed, sore looking hands
He's doing the best that he possibly can
I need to be patient and try understand
How hard it must be being this tired working man.
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Oh my god, this poetry is amazing, my heart moves in all directions at once, at first I'm questioning the relationship, your sadness and his distant self, then you charge at the reader with full perspective on his sacrifice, it hits home with me, I work in construction and I'm tired, all the time, I'm angry at humanity for creating the economic world, working constantly to provide, I feel like I'm in handcuffs.
Thank you for sharing these words.
Thank you for reading and im moved that you can relate to this.I see the sacrifices my husband makes and also saw my own father working hard to provide. On days when being the mum seams hard I try to reflect on a dad's day also being hard x
This is a fabulous poem. As Gerard says, above, you read it expecting something very different to what transpires towards the end of the poem. Love this. ❤️ x
thoroughly enjoyed from beginning to end, my friend :)
Very Humble