I Read My Husband’s Journal and I Wasn’t Prepared For What It Told Me

Aaron called me this morning with the bad news that he had to replace the battery in our brand new car. He wanted to tell me so I would be aware of the money that would be coming out of our bank account but instead of thanking him for taking the time out of his day to get it fixed, I did what any loving and thankful wife would do: I got mad and hung up. And now after sitting on it for a while, I am feeling extremely guilty. Guilty that the blur of life and all its responsibilities makes it difficult for me to see the good in my spouse. And since I love my husband, I sat down and wrote in my journal the reasons why I adore and appreciate him. The list is unending, but simply thinking about Aaron made me miss him so, of course, I pulled out his journal just to get a breath of fresh air. However, I wasn’t prepared for what it told me. It told me that Aaron is a wonderful poet.



By Aaron Bennett

People who write poetry are a little strange

Maybe even a little deranged

You have to be depressed

Or possibly stressed

You have to be a minority

Or have a disdain for authority

Poets don’t do it to be cheered

In fact, what I’m saying is they are weird

Poets really are hit and miss

Wait a second…I just wrote this.



By Aaron Bennett

I wish.



By Aaron Bennett

Hey pretty lady I like you alot

So look at what I bought

They are so pretty, and just for you

There is red, yellow, and blue.

I like you so much, and that’s not a lie.

Now take these flowers

And watch them die.



By Aaron Bennett

From a seed,

to a tree,

to an apple.

What color is it?

I don’t know.

I’m not racist.



By Aaron Bennett

He first saw her from across the room

And he knew in that moment he would be her groom.

With butterflies in his stomach, he drew near

But had no clue she, too, felt an exciting yet nervous fear.

In no time at all they were madly in love with each other

They were married and later became a father and mother.

Their love continued to grow over time

And 60 years passed from the encounter of prime.

Their love was strong like an immovable rock

As they still held hands on their daily walk.

They were old and grey but nonetheless firm in stance

He always knew he would be her groom from the very first glance.

However as life goes when you’re old, the time came to part

Leaving the old man with an unshakable void in his heart.

He continued to go on his daily walk

but it was never the same without whom to talk.

He thought of her unceasingly every day

Oh how he wished she had stayed.

That night as he prepared for bed he thought in his mind

How he wished he could see her one more time.

As he fell asleep he had no pains nor aches

But the next morning he simply did not wake.

And now with the old man sitting up above

There is no doubt his cause of death was Love.

On the list of things I love about Aaron, I wrote that I love his humor, his dance moves, his morning breath, his kindness, and his snuggles. Now I have one more thing to add to it: his poetry. I hope my husband gave you a good laugh today like he did for me and that all of us will appreciate our spouses just a little bit more.


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