Thank You for My Hubby
Thank you for my special hubby.
We have been married 42 years.
We are like seeds planted in the earth,
weathering all kinds of storms.
We’ve had both sunshine
and rain along the way.
His was my favorite singing voice,
second to Neil Diamond.
Since his second stroke,
he sounds more like the godfather,
but even that’s becoming dear to me.
His beard is turning white like Santa's.
I cut his hair and beard
and still enjoy his closeness.
Thank you for his laughter and tears,
(also a new thing since the strokes).
The doctor described it
as a broken emotional thermostat.
I think it was broken the other way before,
he rarely expressed his emotions.
Now, he laughs at my jokes.
Plus it sounds like music to me
when he comes down the hallway
pushing his walker, giggling.
Now, I know when he's touched by a good movie
or a sermon because he cries,
not just a tear or two,
full-on weeping.
Thank you that though his body is broken,
he can still do finances on his computer.
Though he can't unclog drain,
splice an electrical cord,
or put a bolt in a chair,
he can tell me how to do it.
Thank you that he still memorizes scripture
better than I can.
Thank you that though the survival rate is low
for his type of strokes, it will be four years
November 7th that he’s still with me.
Thank you that we’re still together
and enjoy each other's company
just as much as we ever have.
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