Each morning I watch you, my heart aching as you drive away, turn the corner and start your day. I feel the pain that tears your soul as you face the drudgery, the hypocrisy, and the monotony.
Yet I know when you light that first spark, the metal pooling into a puddle of liquid magic, flowing forth, your eyes brighten, your heart flutters with a hidden passion quite deep. Your hands move the torch and from your actions great, useful things are made. Today it may just be another washer, but tomorrow it will be a work of magnificent art.
~ Penelope Anne Bartotto
April 10, 2008
Ode to My Husband
Yet I know when you light that first spark, the metal pooling into a puddle of liquid magic, flowing forth, your eyes brighten, your heart flutters with a hidden passion quite deep. Your hands move the torch and from your actions great, useful things are made. Today it may just be another washer, but tomorrow it will be a work of magnificent art.
~ Penelope Anne Bartotto
April 10, 2008
Ode to My Husband
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This is sooo sweet! I love it...I hope he did too!
Peace
Beautiful. :)
This is beautiful...you have such a talent with words and language!
This was touching.
Very well done!
Very well done, friend!
Well, here I am in "better late than never" fashion, which probably ought not be said by the HOSTESS, but life happens sometimes, and it sure happened to me last week.
Anyway, all that to say, I really loved this. One of those things where you sit back and say, "yeah, that's what love is about".
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