what have i done to deserve you, oh gift of a man who makes me laugh till tears roll?

man who stands like little boy in knitted slippers and pyjama pants, game in hand, wanting me to play. to drop my work and spend time, being.

man who watches me try to do up my pants with new bulging-womb, and pulls me close, calling me sexy.

man who tip-toes, early morning mother’s day, making me apple cinnamon pancakes, bringing them to me in bed.

who holds my hair as i relieve supper after supper, my womb a throbbing sea of evening sickness.

man who hurts when i cry.

i fall to my knees, womb and forehead touching floor, and thank God for you, oh man of my life.

together, we’ll grow old in years, young in heart. my man and i.