My late husband Bill was my biggest fan. Although he didn’t like poetry, he always read my poems and enjoyed them. He also provided feedback and suggestions for my poems and stories and was quick to point out typographical errors. The following poem from How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver illustrates how he felt during the six years I cared for him at home.
From a Husband’s Perspective
She works hard
to care for me, the house.
She cooks, cleans, does laundry,
does everything I’m unable to do.
She writes short stories, novels, essays.
She’ll be a best selling author one day.
I couldn’t do without her.