APPRECIATION
My dear one wishes me to write a very difficult work,
He wants me to tell of the appreciation he has for me!
Can you see my great dilemma? But I will not shirk,
I don’t like blowing my own trumpet, it lacks humility.

I do know he appreciates the little things I do each day,
Loves all the things we like to do the two of us together,
He loves the poems I write and the funny things I say,
I know he likes my cooking, though I could do better.

When you love with all your heart, trouble is nothing at all,
It is a joy to serve the one you love, do your very best,
Giving of yourself is no sacrifice, you’ll work until you fall,
For then later on in the day, together you can quietly rest.

I know that he appreciates that I keep my temper in control,
That I always try and stay cheerful whatever by befall.
With any heavy punch that come my way I can usually roll.
Then the fact that I love to come when I hear him call.

I am glad he appreciates the effort, but it is no sacrifice,
I wish that I could serve him more, give even more of me,
For we have a love that no half measures will suffice,
We will appreciate each other, all through eternity.

I hope I don’t sound boastful in this poem of mine,
It’s as if from him telling me that he does care,
Telling me that he loves me, without me he would pine,
That feeling is mutual and this appreciation we both share.

M Ann Margetson © May 25, 2001