Nor ordinary Christmas we had this day
Sleeping in then slowly moving into life out of necessity more than design.
Broccoli for my breakfast and handfuls of granola for my man
Brought us to our traditional reading of Isaiah before revealing our worldly gifts for I and you.
Who paddles a new long board down the hallway
But two middle-aged lovers holding onto our respective gusto of life?
A rest time had to follow for me again
Not as unusual as the waking episodes that have returned changing my hopes for the day.
Perhaps we would visit or do something fun
Yet return to my bed of sickness I did go for a most unfortunate interlude.
When your husband holds you from joy to sorrow
The same day seems surreal: later he feeds you medicine whilst you seize.
Siiiiiigh. Not that old tune returneth even today
For chronic illness ne’er takes a holiday when you want it to my dear.
This did not matter to you: your love never fades
And my greatest gift revealed its beauty the ten thousandth time: it’s you!
I could never conceive of this way that you have
To give beyond your self with a gentle spirit, still manly all the same.
You spoke only of my rest to your family on the phone
Preserving my dignity when I could barely feed myself with fingers weary from the beating moments before.
Yours is a love from the Father, the Son all in One
The kind that sustains you through trials when Jesus comes near with skin on.
He made you for me oh I am the blessed one
I pray he loves you back tenfold for the task of loving me well done today my love.