An Unlikely Husband
Some say men give you sanctuary
others deem them sedimentary.
My cousin claims they’re alive to cheat
anyone and everyone that they meet.
Yet some can’t help but fall in love
saying he was their match; the other glove.
Some blame the syllables of adoration muttered in their ear
or the TV for unveiling marriage without fear.
Whether men are thought wonderful or wild
I possess one with a mild
temper, who’s been with me for fifteen years
we don’t grasp each other’s hands or even kiss
believed by some to be a couple’s bliss.
Yet if sorrow haunts me
or if tears grace the floor,
he is forever there to adore.
Instead, I enjoy stroking his hair,
as we lounge by the fire without a care.
His interests involve watching birds flutter about
outside in the lawn, where he’d enjoy getting out.
I chose him, yet he chose me
sat upon my lap, the rest was history.
I know upon him my heart is set
he isn’t employed, but on me he’s spent
a thousand purrs and mews of hello,
and unwavering trust enough to know
that I will always provide for and care
for my trusted feline companion…
I know he’ll always be there.
Copyright © Megan Kibler | Year Posted 2008
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