A week or two ago, one of the commenters on a weblog I frequent quoted a line from one of her dreams: “Sometimes the petal is as effective as the flower.”<\/p>\n
And I felt the tug<\/em> I feel sometimes, when there’s a sonnet somewhere inside me, waiting to come out. It took about half an hour from tug to completion, but when I read it to M, he thought it was so sweet he cried.<\/p>\n So, for Valentine’s day, a love sonnet.<\/p>\n He knows me well, and so his slightest glance <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A week or two ago, one of the commenters on a weblog I frequent quoted a line from one of her dreams: “Sometimes the petal is as effective as the flower.” And I felt the tug I feel sometimes, when there’s a sonnet somewhere inside me, waiting to come out. It took about half an … Continue reading How to Make Your Husband Cry<\/span>
\nConveys a sonnet’s worth of loving thought.
\nHe speaks my mind so often it’s not chance
\nAnd I say what he’s thinking, like as not.
\nI brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
\nOr as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
\nHe leans his head back as I stroke his hair
\nThen turns back to his work, away from me.
\nWe could say more, but other things intrude,
\nAnd evenings are too short to get things done.
\nOur common terseness might be seen as rude
\nBut one word’s wealth, when there is need for none.
\nA word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
\nThe petal is effective as the rose.<\/p>\n