when my husband calls off,
i rejoice.
he could have tuberculosis, or S.A.R.S
or the dreaded avian flu,
and i would still rejoice,
because today, i get to have him all my own,
and i get to nurse him, and be mothering,
and worrisome over him, and fluff his pillows
and suffer his whining
and kiss him at the expense of my own health (who cares! you need a kiss, doctors orders!)
and i can just know that he's there,
even coughing and hacking, and grimacing taking bitter medicine...
he's here with me all day,
and i rejoice.

01/22/2009

Posted on 01/22/2009
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