Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The meaning of Valentine’s Day



We went out this morning,
My wife and I,
To do a little job.
A post in the fence on the greenbelt,
Where the coyotes howl in the moonlight
And nature pushes at our back gate,
Was rotted off at the base.
It was typical of that sort of job –
Cut the nails with a sawzall,
Push the fence out of the way,
Then grunt and sweat the lump of concrete
That failed to protect the treated post
Out of the ground into the light of day.
I could tell her knee was bothering her,
Just not enough to slow her down,
As she matched me, grunt for sweat
To put the new post in the ground,
Then join the sundered sections
That keep the wild world at bay.
We make a good team.
She moved the vegetation
I set out the tools.
I mixed the concrete
And poured it where she said.
She did the finish work
While I screwed the boards back on.
After all the work was done,
I put the tools away,
Then staggered off to take a nap
For the rest of the day; I was done.
While she went on to her next job -
Making an apple tree stand at attention
With the help of a stake, and some rope.
I can’t keep up with this woman.
Honey, I can’t believe my luck,
That joined me to you along the way.
I don’t know what I did to deserve you,
But I’m sure glad I did it.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

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