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SOLC Day 3

My husband is a genius

Sole spawn of 2 PhDs
Seemingly limitless knowledge
of sports and politics

But

Sometimes I have to teach him things.

Like
The time I asked him
To clean the floor.

“Wesley,” I said.
”You have to put
The wipe on the Swiffer
BEFORE you push the Swiffer across the floor.”

Or
The time I asked him
To melt the butter.

“Wesley,” I said.
“You have to put
The butter in a bowl
BEFORE you put it in the microwave.”

My husband is a genius.
He teaches me, too.

He teaches me
To be more positive
And to let my sillies out.
He teaches me
By reminding me to show grace
And let go of my raging petty.
He teaches me
That the problem isn't THAT big.
He teaches me
That it’s okay to make mistakes.

My husband is a genius.

And

I am a genius
For marrying my husband.

Comments

  1. Lisa KeelerMarch 3, 2020 at 6:52 AM

    I love love love this poem. It is full of fun and detail and your ending is brilliant.

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  2. CeliaMarch 3, 2020 at 8:10 AM

    How lovely, what a great poem, you are both geniuses!

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  3. Nina AndersonMarch 3, 2020 at 8:24 AM

    The stanza breaks remind me of those in Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds; they work with the words to support the meaning. Love the teasing quality of this poem!

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  4. drferreriblogspot.comMarch 3, 2020 at 11:13 AM

    This is a wonderful glimpse of your husband. Yes, it is good he has you and you have him. I love how you turned the poem at the end.

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  5. Natalie Dunne March 3, 2020 at 1:59 PM

    Very sweet slice :) I enjoyed reading it.

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  6. Carla MichelleMarch 3, 2020 at 5:51 PM

    Alex, this is so endearing! I love how you parallel these two sides of him with two sides of you. They are simple and serene, sophisticated and sugary. I love your #ragingpetty and expertise in finding a husband as smart as he is (smile). This is very nicely done, stylistically, too. #lovedit! ~Carla Michelle

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  7. Diane AndersonMarch 3, 2020 at 5:55 PM

    You’re a genius at putting this into words, too.

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  8. AnonymousMarch 3, 2020 at 7:24 PM

    The sweeps and swerves of this poem were fun to follow.

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