For my wife

You who challenge me,
you who praise me,
you who love me,

you who refuse
to let me lay down
in the mud

and give up.

You who push me,
you who encourage me,
you who love me,


you who will listen to me,
believe me,
guide me,

be beside me,
hand in my hand.

You who are not
who I thought love might be
until I realized
you were the only one
love could ever be.

You who has dried tears,
cried tears,
bitten back anger,
stomped down pride,
lifted up hope.

You, whose feet fit my face.


* * * * *

For my wife, because I will always be searching for the right words, the best words, to give her what she gives me.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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