Listening to every heart
Short Round of Eccentricities, Chapter 1
Now its come to my attention or at least my husband says its so
that all of my quirks and eccentricities simply have got to go;
I do believe he really thinks that I like to create some fuss
for if I donít do things his way, he really starts to cuss.
What to me is normal and neat, he thinks of as a quirk
but my comeback usually is, ďhey, what I do for me just works!Ē
Like getting a second spoon out, to have some coffee in my cream
because I donít like his wet spoon to dry, now you know just what I mean.
Letís see, my coffee should be Irish cream, and to him, something other;
his needs to be black and strong and standing firm, but itís not my druthers...
and I could go on for days about how we work in our little kitchen
but some of you should really know, itís not like me to go .....iní!
There must be an old soul in me, that saw the Ď40ís wartime days
for he finds it strange to catch me hiding coins, must be just my way
of saving for a rainy day, but he really finds it weird and kooky
heck, if I did everything Iíd like to do, heíd find me downright spooky!
Then there is the matter of house lights, which I like to leave some on
in a room, any room, for no matter that Iím slightly gone
Iím only gone for just a moment, I know Iíll be right back,
but if heís around, you can bet, the room will be totally black.
Then of course, thereís the car, and itís my car, donít you know
[I donít bother with his truck, you bet, Ďcause he told me so!]
but you can take it to the bank that if he drives my car to town
the seat is changed, music rearranged, and it really gets me down!
Now take the dishwasher, go ahead, arenít you glad you have one?
So am I, but wouldnít you know, hubby can take away the fun
of loading it, for I have my way, but donít you know itís not right!?
Strange how he looks for ways, just to get me to fuss and fight.
Then there are some other things, like where I take my books for reading..
I really donít know what his fuss could be, the house has plenty of seating.
And that my brain could really host so many lines to a poem
has got him thinking me really strange, when around the house I roam
at 3 or 4 or 5 a.m., just looking for pencil, paper or pen
and I know heís so very glad Iím his wife, and not his kith or kin!
21 November 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow