ode to eric, on our second anniversary

my husband, he is pretty nice...
he manages my crazy and disposes of our (unwelcome) mice,

he takes the late-night dog walk when i'm in bed...
he makes me laugh when i could see red,

he accepts the fact that i write romances...
even as i sigh over darcy at country dances,

he brings me flowers just because...
and out of the sink, he cleans the scuzz,

he worries about me when i am hurt...
and, man, can that guy make composted dirt!

and, two years after we vowed in health and sickness...
i still see him as an embarrassment of riches.

**with apologies to poets everywhere.