Ode To My Husband

Note: This was a poem written for my husband one Valentine’s day.

When I was sixteen,
though we never met
I made you my universe-
everything in life to me
And I worshiped you.

At age twenty-one,
after we met
you became my galaxy-
knowing so much more than me
and I adored you.

At age twenty-nine
with our daughter still young
you wrapped your love
around us — a security blanket.
You were my gift from heaven.

At age thirty-seven
when illness struck-
you were my Hercules
holding me up when I almost fell.
And I was grateful you didn’t give up.

At age forty-three
you became my adviser
holding on — but not too tight.
You let me breathe.
For this I truly loved you.

Now at fifty-two
I no longer
worship or adore —
I love the man
who allowed me
the freedom to grow.

Thank you.

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Sharon Palmeri
Copyright Library of Congress 2001

**The above printed material is copyrighted, is registered with the Library of Congress and is the property of Sharon Palmeri. Permission is needed before use. Thank you! *S* **

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About Sharon

Sharon Palmeri received her BS degree in English and journalism from Indiana University Northwest and IU Bloomington. As a published author she has taught in all areas of writing for 20+ years, and has had over two hundred articles and stories published in magazines and newspapers. She freelances as a ghost writer, editor, book doctor, publicist, and publication consultant. She also has worked as content editor, adviser and book layout designer.
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