A Birthday Poem to my husband.
To you, My Cubby Angel Every morning, My first sight is your face, Your innocent smile and your hazy eyes. As you try to open those sparkling eyes, Wiping the early morning mist... Crawling like a baby, a naughty cub! Roaring, like a tiger, as you wake Beginning the day with a hot coffee Licking your lustrous lips, watching TV As you freshen up, splashing water all over In the bubbles of soap and fragrance of shampoo You seem so divine like a cubby angel! All dressed for the new day, my Tiger. A quick breakfast with your incessant phone calls, Kissing me good bye, as you spring in your car, Waving you all success, as I wish you a great day. Standing at the doorway until the sight of you fades! As you leave for the day, the reckoning starts. Awaiting for your return, planning for the chores, Preparing a good meal, thinking about you, With love as an ingredient, adding more value! After a long wait, the sound of your hurried steps... As you gobble the meal,