This is a poem about my husband and our eternal love.
|Even at the age of fifty
he still captures my attention,
sitting at the worn pine table,
in the little country kitchen.
He is wearing a white tee shirt,
and the sleeves have been rolled up.
He is drinking strong black coffee
and it's from a chipped white cup.
It’s a scene that’s so familiar
for it happens every day.
But, the movie when it started,
then his hair, it was not gray.
When I see the credits rolling,
and the movie's at its end,
They will list him as my co/star.
As my husband, my best friend.
Nominate him for an Emmy,
for the "Best Supporting Role,"
Many years he played the part
Giving all his heart and soul.
“My Ordinary Life,”
it is just a little play,
and this scene portrays a moment,
and they call it “Everyday.”
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