the light drips in through
narrow slats of our curtains
he rolls out of bed
another day of toiling
i see him slip off his pajamas
and pull his work pants on
he sees himself as nothing,
but i see a mighty man
girding himself with a belt
his shirt, a breastplate
his work boots, comparable to the caligae of Roman soldiers
his hat, a warriors helmet
and in this moment as
this humble knight stands before my bedside
i can only think
“other women can keep their prince charmings. I have found a true king.”
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
the light drips in through
narrow slats of our curtains
he rolls out of bed
another day of toiling
i see him slip off his pajamas
and pull his work pants on
he sees himself as nothing,
but i see a mighty man
girding himself with a belt
his shirt, a breastplate
his work boots, comparable to the caligae of Roman soldiers
his hat, a warriors helmet
and in this moment as
this humble knight stands before my bedside
i can only think
“other women can keep their prince charmings. I have found a true king.”
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