A Silly Little Rhyme
Still, the best looking guy in the room
This is a poem for my
husband Tim, whose large and
vulnerable eyes hide behind a
funny and wise book cover,
forward written by the frightened
child who dwells inside turning pages
when no one is looking.
When we met you were so confident
and I thought you knew
you were beautiful and fair
your bright eyes and hair
and I guess you don’t know
that like us all you’re special
but must be told and re-told
until it takes hold
so I’ll be here to tell you,
and hold you when it gets hard,
and maybe grow a little myself
and if you push me away,
don’t be surprised if I stay
because it’s what I’m supposed to do,
and it’s probably what you want too
so I write this for the man
who truly saved my life,
in every way that ever mattered.
This is a poem for my husband Tim,
who is usually
the best looking guy
in the room.
