My Husband

My husband does karateand plays the guitar. He sits on his chair,a broken recliner,reading his bookon Saturdays,only leavingto read it in the bathor make dinner. He gives big tipsat restaurantsand saves money so he can retire early. He plays the twelve-bar blueswith our kids,calling out the chords,in front of the fire. My husband sets downContinue reading “My Husband”