July 6th, 2015 admin
My wife is so considerate
in handling matters delicate.
When we argue she speaks her mind
before proceeding to remind
me of all the wrongs I ever did.
Once her gripe has been professed,
and my offences reassessed
she takes my silence in her stride
and reports how I would have replied
to each of the charges pressed.
Admiring every uttered letter,
I forgo the urge to be co-fretter.
Undoubtedly she knows me well.
From those replies it’s hard to tell,
if I could have defended myself better.
Her eye then catches mid-critique
a furtive smile my face does leak
upon finding that my voice was heard
and yet not a single word
was I required to speak.
Dialogue may be overrated
just as quiet is understated.
Does a finer pleasure life extend
than exchanges with wife and friend
where of woe is love created?