"To my husband"
"To my husband"
My dear husband.
The one I chosed and will chose again.
The father of my seven children.
My love.
My heartbeat.
My energy.
My everything.
I hail those strong hands of yours.
Which carry cement all day.
Which mold blocks all day.
Which fit those blocks to build walls all day.
Which become big houses one day.
I hail those solid legs of yours.
Which help push wheelbarrows of sand all day.
Which stand fearlessly on scaldfoldings all day.
Which move from one end of the walls your hands mount, to...
My dear husband.
The one I chosed and will chose again.
The father of my seven children.
My love.
My heartbeat.
My energy.
My everything.
I hail those strong hands of yours.
Which carry cement all day.
Which mold blocks all day.
Which fit those blocks to build walls all day.
Which become big houses one day.
I hail those solid legs of yours.
Which help push wheelbarrows of sand all day.
Which stand fearlessly on scaldfoldings all day.
Which move from one end of the walls your hands mount, to...