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Love Letter

  
Love Letter.

Does it

Get any better?

 

Love Letter.

Can I have

Back my sweater?

 

Just kidding of course,

That’s what we do;

You laugh at me,

I poke fun at you.

We’ve got two kids

You see;

There isn’t time

For niceties.

Or sometimes anything

Beyond the daily grind.

When did we last

Have space to unwind?

To sit down. To think:

I’m lucky my husband’s

Not averse to the sink.

I’m lucky he’s handy,

With a rake and a broom.

Lucky he knows

How to mood-light a room

(Yes, really).

Lucky he’s not

Overly cheery

(Because I find such people

Impossibly dreary).

Lucky he’s true

And fair and kind

Because people like that

Are hard to find.

And – I nearly forgot!

This man of mine

Is pretty damn hot!

He’s not perfect,

And neither am I.

Perfect for each other?

That’s why the years fly.

We are blessed with our sons,

Who sleep happily in their beds.

Blessed with the past,

And our future ahead.

So although our love letters

May be seldom for now

(Or infrequent at least,

Along with our

Chances of sleep),

We shan’t weep.

Our love is safe.

It will keep.

Feel the love!

Mr Brightness (he’ll love that, he’ll think I’m being sarcastic, ha!) has been the missing piece to our quadrilateral on my blog until now, although he has featured on the peripheries when I’ve lamented our previous carefree travels together and the lot of the stay at home mum.

That hasn’t been for any particular reason, other than it echoes what I’m saying in my poem. When your days are filled with little people running rings round you (figuratively and literally in my case, to the shouts of “I’m pumping my pistons Mummy!”) it’s very hard to find the time to proffer the same love and attention as you give to your children to your partner.

Love it or loathe it Valentine’s Day is a pretty good reminder of all things pink heart related. So I thought it was about time I wrote a poem for Mr B (as we’ll call him from now on).

The main section of this poem popped into my head as we were going off to sleep one night last week. I was trying to cloak my phone under the duvet, while I tapped it into notes (just like how Keats would have done it).

I was committing the cardinal sin of emitting light in a dark room when sleep is at last close and Mr B was not happy:

“For God’s sake, what are you doing? Can you turn that thing off?”

“I’m writing you a love poem, for Valentine’s Day”

“Pfff! Yeah, right”

“No, I am. I mean it. I just need to -”

“Whatever. Like I’ll believe that. Can you please just turn it off!”

There you go. True love.

So here it is Mr B. I told you I was writing one!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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4 Comments

  1. This is fabulous! It is funny how being with some for a long time and when you start to have kids that it turns into a ‘comfortable’ sort of love although all the little sparks still remain and every so often you have to ignite them a bit 🙂

  2. thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

    Thank you! Yes, Valentine’s Day is a good reminder to be nice to each other! x

  3. Great post! It’s so easy to forget each other among daily life and caring for little people Valentine’s Day is a great little poke to remind us we do still like our other halves 🙂 hope Mr B liked his poem

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you! Yes I think he was pleasantly surprised!

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