People
say my husband's scary.
An
opinion I can't dissuade.
He
is big and bald and brawny,
but
I have never been afraid.
He's
my tall polite provider,
playful,
pleasant, pertinacious,
protecting
of his family,
practical,
and perspicacious.
He
had to let his hair grow back
and
his face fill up with a beard
for
a movie roll he landed.
His
friends and family all cheered.
I
was totally excited.
I'm
his greatest supporting fan.
Now
my hairy handsome husband,
I
see a teddy-bear-ish man.
Alas,
I'm told the role he plays
is
massive mean mobster muscle
for
the movie's leading bad man.
He's
not one with which to tussle.
So,
whether he has hair or not,
doesn't
apparently matter.
He
will always scare the strangers.
When
I'm with him, they all scatter.
by:
Paula D. Nevison
(I originally posted this on June 24, 2013 and decided to post it again.