Rare privilege

My husband never ceases to shock me. He gave me a tremendous boost yesterday. He read one of my most devastating poems without really meaning to, he happened upon it - one that I still cannot read out loud without crying. This is a poem that is probably 10 years old. No matter how much time has passed, there are still parts of our histories that hurt deeply. I have worked through so much - and feel that today I live mostly in joy. Yet, looking at this poem brings it all back. He is not much of a reader of poetry. He likes car magazines. I completely accept this because if he were to start describing in detail some car part that he was excited about, I would draw a blank and not understand a word he was saying. This is how he generally feels about poetry.

He came to me quietly, and put his arms around me. He said, "I'm one of the people who truly 'gets' you. But now, I think I know you even better." Later, he continued to talk about what he had learned of me through that poem - and how much more protective he feels about me after reading it. I cannot imagine a better gift from my mate than for him to clearly tell me how much something I wrote spoke to him.

Comments

[Barbara]

Liesl -

Wow. He sounds like a real man! How wonderful for you.
Hugs,
barbara