Ode to my Hubby
I sat there one rainy morning
Make a fuss about the stubborn figure
Little girl with shaggy hair who rule the world
Messing her dishes with many arguments
Her big eyes dazzling in irritate way
Until she digest her fave-story slowly
The teller passionately put the doctor, vitamin and protein as a spell
I listen to the boring scene yet I amaze and wonder
How they share this plain understanding
When I have many busy rooms in mind
Plenty wild imagination of my life would be
Encourage by great heroes and fairy stories
“Daddy, what about Batman? ”
He grin anxiously to see her quizzical look
“He’s human…” we await but the story stop
She pause chewing and mumble a word or two to protest
“Go ask your mom, ” he answer shyly when I laugh heartily
I examine his face in disbelieve
He would easily preach me anything
He could bring crowd into tears
Yet his mind is so lonely; no fiction story or note of serenade
I remember a morning like this few years back
Talk about commitment over a coffee
Then arrange quite little hectic party
Those flowers, limo, friends and romantic scene
Can’t defy a few lines that bind us through the time
Never thought I trust my life in a risky-steady-home called family
Handed my heart to the man who never share my passion
I never fall for eloquence or joyful surprise
As I ain’t Alice in her wonder land or that lucky Cinderella
I need someone who could endures my nerve
A strong mind to fight his own shadow
A man as an equal partner, adoring father, dedicated teacher
Here’s him, the one who know no distraction could fail trust
I remember one moment, dying for a sold-out ticket show
Latter he handed me two tickets, apart many blocks away
In vain to fathomed his mind during the show
My friend laughs all the way to this amusing scene
“You got the show and I’m around, that’s the point.”
Was his brief innocence excuse
Shall I regret or rejoice for him? It is but a quest
I could sit here well-wishing or dried-boring
But I rest my search and cross my heart
He was the best man I found …
My dearest husband have been and always
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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