My husband is son of a, Anthology poem
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Hi. This is a repost of one of my favorite poems. For some reson, it got deleted from my poems. Hope you like it.
When I ask him, 'Do you really love me'?
He thinks and says, 'Sure I always say 40-love when I play tennis with
you'.
Whenever I come home happy after my shopping spree,
He reminds me, 'Honey, Money does not grow on tree'.
Whenever I need some help in household chores,
He reminds me that his work domain is outdoors.
Whenever he works outside the house,
He moans and groans that I forgot my wedding vows.
Whenever I complain of being TV. sports widow during leisure times,
He wants me to be creative and pick up some hobby sometimes.
When the hour of romance comes on the anniversaries,
I expect gifts, flowers, hugs and kisses,
Instead I get a flower from the garden reminding me of my marriage
anniversary.
Whenever I am dressed up to go the parties and want him to look sharp,
He comes up with his favorite old shirt and baggie pants.
When I am mad on him for not listening to anything I say,
I think he is a son of a gun, what else I can say
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2024
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