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For My Husband

Sometimes the days are so long

and the chaos of life 

so distracting

that I forget to say the

things that matter.

Things like...

I love you,

I see you,

and...

I haven't forgotten.


No, I haven't forgotten

how you made me feel

    that night,

under the moon.

I still remember the

completeness of your

arms around me.


I didn't forget our first kiss

         or

all the reasons 

I fell in love with 

your soul.

Your kindness,

the way your love

pulled me into safety

and salvaged what

was left of my shattered

heart.


They say bones are stronger

after they have

been broken.

Love is the same,

    I think.

And so, husband, know this:

 from the 

scars of my brokenness

I love you.


And even when I forget 

to tell you,

I 

    always 

            remember.


Comments

  1. Renee'sNotsoSecretDiaryMarch 10, 2021 at 1:34 PM

    I love this and can hear the vulnerability in your voice. I hoped you showed him the poem. It might inspire me to do the same for my husband. Thanks for sharing something so personal.

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  2. ShaistaMarch 10, 2021 at 2:25 PM

    This is so warm and full of love without being cheesy or mushy! My husband would faint with shock if I wrote him something like this! :D

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  3. UnknownMarch 10, 2021 at 5:02 PM

    Just beautiful. Such careful word choice and placement "on the page." I'm sorry for the sadness you allude to...it is very present in this poem.

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  4. Betsy HubbardMarch 10, 2021 at 5:44 PM

    So sweet and lovely. I hadn't ever thought about the connection of bones breaking to become stronger as a parallel to broken-ness in ourselves strengthening our love. It's a beautiful idea and I think your husband knows. Thanks for sharing your poem.

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  5. Thinking Made VisibleMarch 10, 2021 at 5:54 PM

    I hope you shared this with your hubby, Melissa. It's a stunning work of art.

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  6. Michelle OlsonMarch 10, 2021 at 6:07 PM

    This is such a sweet tribute to your husband. Thank you for sharing your vulnerability!

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  7. Travis BlytheMarch 10, 2021 at 6:09 PM

    I have all the feels with this one. My mother and poet is a poet again! All my atoms...

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