What He Gets Wrong (sonnet)

He who bends his back to work all day
Then, coming home, digs out of snow a space,
A plateau where the old brown dog can go,
Calls this loving care just commonplace-
Who sits a moment, weary from his work,
But only for a moment till he sees
A glancing look of pain across her face
And so takes over work to give her ease-
This same man who takes pleasure most of all
In giving it to her he knows so well,
Who watches ever closely to be sure
He knows her needs more sure than she could tell-
He says he’s just an ordinary man
Who’s nothing rare, just doing what he can.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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