Best Wifehusband Poems
Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope.
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.
Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know).
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.
With humbleness she supplicated God
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible,
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?
Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . .
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only);
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.
For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"
The clock chimed eleven as she tiptoed through the hall
Her long gown flowing with movement due to passing breeze
Her steps downstairs were quiet and ever so careful
As she opened the door, sneaking out with great ease
Her husband was fast asleep in the second floor suite
She abhorred his very presence, his body, his ways
She’s been sneaking out for what seems two months now
Into the evening hours, under the moonlight, to play
The man she meets is one of certain questionable virtue
She fears him, but is attracted to his outward charm
Their passion plays out each evening so deceitfully
Though, her husband knows no reason to be alarmed
He sleeps, or so she thinks, when she ventures out each eve
Without her knowing, another takes her place in their bed
The neighbor’s wife has loved him for nearly a year now
As to his arms all her needs and desires are being fed
Upon her return, again, he pretends to be sleeping
She has her lover, a secret she thinks, and he has his
Pulling the blanket to her chin and cozying up next to him
She leans to his face and upon his cheek, gives a kiss
They’ll continue this life as happiness is theirs
A marriage of comfort, with their loves on the side
He, knowing of hers, but she not knowing at all
Stays quiet, keeping peace, and from her, his secret hides