The love of a good man

The Smith ladies are sick. The lone Smith man is holding up the fort. He's bringing me tea and wiping the lady's nose...he's a husband hero tonight. So as I sit in my bed, drinking mint tea and surrounded with kleenex, I will write him a wee haiku to say how much I truly love that man.

body, head aching
drawn bath, hot tea, free childcare
Your tangible love

I am blessed among women. Sick...but blessed.