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  • February 11th, 2011 | 5:19 AM
Poetry Friday - An Original Poem



It's Poetry Friday! First off I'd like to point you to This week's Poetry Push poems where readers have shared their poetic response to a Poetry Push prompt for a list poem. I've decided to point to the original link for Poetry Friday, rather than repost the poems here because that way people can respond to any of the individual poems that might speak to them.

I started to panic when I realized that it was Poetry Friday because I've been flat out on the couch with the flu all week with my husband stuck taking care of me and the dog and the house and still going to work each day. So with Valentine's Day around the corner, and the knowledge that I have one the best husbands ever, I decided to write a love poem for him.



IT'S EASY FOR HIM

It's easy for him to say I love you
on the good days,
days when I've decluttered the house,
caught up on the laundry and
finally changed the sheets on the bed.

It's easy for him to say I love you
on the pretty days,
when I dress up just a little,
days I let mascara wake up my tired eyes
and my clean hair falls to my waist
like strands of sunshine.

It's easy to love
when life is beautiful.
Not so easy
(or so I thought)
to say I love you on the down days,
the not feeling like myself and
I'm getting sick days.

But he notices something about me
and asks are you okay?
I shake my head no and he holds my hair
away from my face,
and I lean over the bucket
while my stomach rebels.

I camp on the couch and
he brings me clear liquids
and soda crackers
and makes sure the remote control and the phone
are close at hand when he has to leave.

He comes home carrying every comfort food
he can remember I've ever mentioned,
alternates his day between letting me nap
and bringing me more foods
to tempt my lack of appetite.

He keeps the house running quietly in the background
while I do battle with the flu,
rubs my back,
tucks the comforter up under my chin,
blows me a kiss good night,
and oh, all the ways he tells me
he loves me
the good days and the bad days
he loves me
it's so easy for him.


Susan Taylor Brown
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There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.



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jeannineatkins
February 11th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC)
Ooooh. Love: how to make a bad day pretty good. Thank you, Susan, and hugs to your great guy, too.
susanwrites
February 11th, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Jeannine. It's a very rough late night draft that I will keep playing with but I wanted to get something up.

I'm a very lucky woman though, I know that for sure.
jamarattigan
February 11th, 2011 06:22 pm (UTC)
Lovely poem, Susan. Happy V-Day to both of you :). Hope you're feeling much better now.
susanwrites
February 11th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Jama. Happy V-Day to you and your sweetie too. It's so nice to feel human again.
double_t_t
February 11th, 2011 07:37 pm (UTC)
That is a beautiful poem Susan. Thank you for sharing it with us. I hope you feel better soon.
susanwrites
February 11th, 2011 07:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It's a first draft that I wrote last night so of course now I want to tinker with it.

I feel human again, at last. It feels like forever even though it's only been a week but I think that's because I've been hit with this illness after another one.

I believe I owe you a LJ mail too.
amygreenfield
February 11th, 2011 08:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks for that poem, Susan! It's good to read a Valentine's Day poem that deals with the rough as well as the smooth.

Hope that by Valentine's Day itself you're feeling great!
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mlyearofreading
February 13th, 2011 01:37 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes. This is what true love looks like and does. (Your poem brought a tear to my eye -- lucky you!)
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WHO AM I?



Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.






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