"i hear you write about beautiful women,
should you not write about me??
am i not like those city gals
or am i too old for a lovely poem
maybe my eardrums wont hear the rest of the poem,
but remember to say "my wife"
thats what i to see and to hear too"
grandma tells me while we on video call
shes 112years old now
but she is one who loved me since i was 1

i never replied her
i just nodded
she never knew how happy i was to be his hubby

brought out paper and pen
words came in my world