Birthday Wife

I saw him in a drug store, he was big, an awkward-looking guy
With work-worn hands, he looked as one down with strife
He was fumbling through the card sections
The section marked “Birthday Wife”.

I watched him out from the corner of my eye
As he took out a card and read it, put it back
I could tell by the look on his face it wasn’t what he wanted
As he repeated his action without a setback

Finally, he picked up an attractive one
One of those kinds of curvy-looking cards
With flowers on the front, still wasn’t convinced
Guess something was missing – maybe birds

Or maybe it probably said something like
“Roses are red, violets and blue” you know!
But he sighed and took it to the check-out canter
Where he paid and packaged so that its content won’t show

On his way home he had stopped for a moment
I supposed he scrawled something simple on the base
Something like “love Pete” and continued his walk home
He gave it to her but it didn’t say what he wanted to say

The things we wish to say are not that easy
But she probably had a clue or rather knew
By the way he grinned at her – poked her by the elbow
Because his words were not always few

What goes on inside our heart of hearts
Are the hard things we want to say – both great and small
Of course one should not bother trying to say them
They would always know because LOVE says it all

It is not easy to say the things that really matters, is it?
It’s not always easy to say “I really love you”
Sometimes it’s hard to say “I’m sorry, I was wrong”
Or “I acted like a fool yesterday, please forgive me”

Caleb A. O
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