Musings by The Poet Loriet
Everyday Angel
They say the devil
is in the details,
but I disagree.
The little details
are the ones
I appreciate.
You asked me why--
why I cared about you,
what I see in you.
It's the way you care
about me, the person
I am on the inside.
You make me feel special.
You said I make you
feel special, unique,
wished you could be
more like me,
less selfish,
more caring,
more giving.
You have become
that beautiful
without even
realizing it.
I care about you because...
you called me today to ask about my job interview
you called me to ask about my refinancing and listen to me prattle on about the financial details
you called to ask about my legal deposition and listened again to my insecurities, fears.
you listened when I had an argument with my daughter and checked on me to make sure things were better, asked me about her problems at school, agreed with me that I needed to get her labs done again, listened to me go on and on even though you were in the middle of a busy night at work.
you are ready to stand by me, stick up for our relationship to your friends, family, ex-wife, coworkers...it makes me feel good that you stick up for us and tell them how much you need me in your life, what we mean to each other.
you make me laugh when I cry unexpectedly about going to my exes house and have to face meeting his girlfriend...with your plans about how we're going to get him back, how you're going to intimidate him.
you will hold me for hours, snuggle together, watch chick-flicks with me...I feel comfortable talking to you about anything, but the true test is that I also feel comfortable with our silences.
you are as sappy as me when I tell you sentimental stories or we see a touching movie.
I love the way you can't go by my kids rooms late at night without stopping in their doorways to watch them sleeping and your face softens and you say, "awwwww, look at them, Lori...you have the greatest kids!"
I love the way you refuse to lie to me, how you're honest even when it hurts and you acknowledge that hurt, apologize for it...and I tell you to keep on being real, that I've experienced false good times...and I need your honesty.
You trust me enough to confide your deepest secrets and feelings and we talk about them together.
You are one of the only people who has ever read all five hundred of my poems and cares enough to take the time to understand me.
You still tell me every day that I'm beautiful inside and out, that my parents should be proud of me.
You come to me when you need to cry, let me wipe away your tears, don't hesitate to tell me you need help...I bet you even stop to ask for directions too! Do you know that being able to hurt and feel~means you are still capable of loving. It takes a strong man to admit his weaknesses. You are much stronger than you know and I am watching you become a more beautiful person because of it.
You talk to God every night, pray to him, keep the faith, cry in church when the pastor touches your life with his words.
A few months ago, I wrote a ten-page letter telling you off. You read every word, took it to heart, and kept the letter. And you are willing to admit when you've been wrong.
You are the most sensual man I know and appreciate the nuances of a touch, the anatomy of a kiss, the value of holding a hand, showing affection.
When you asked me why I cared, it had nothing to do with your finances, your looks, your social status~more to do with the way you love with your whole heart, try to be a great dad, an awesome friend, a hard worker, a best friend and lover. I was at a loss for words...told you it was your beautiful eyes, your sweet kiss, the way you make me feel secure when you hold me.
I could tell you wanted more, that you needed to know "why" I thought you were beautiful on the inside...
I think this is more of a love letter than a poem, but it took a lot of reflection to write. I wanted to answer your question, give you the words you craved.
This~ and so much more~ represents "why" you have stolen my heart. You caress my hair and tell me I'm an angel...and I whisper after you've fallen asleep once again in my arms...
So are you, honey.
S o
a r e
y o u.
Lori Beal
is in the details,
but I disagree.
The little details
are the ones
I appreciate.
You asked me why--
why I cared about you,
what I see in you.
It's the way you care
about me, the person
I am on the inside.
You make me feel special.
You said I make you
feel special, unique,
wished you could be
more like me,
less selfish,
more caring,
more giving.
You have become
that beautiful
without even
realizing it.
I care about you because...
you called me today to ask about my job interview
you called me to ask about my refinancing and listen to me prattle on about the financial details
you called to ask about my legal deposition and listened again to my insecurities, fears.
you listened when I had an argument with my daughter and checked on me to make sure things were better, asked me about her problems at school, agreed with me that I needed to get her labs done again, listened to me go on and on even though you were in the middle of a busy night at work.
you are ready to stand by me, stick up for our relationship to your friends, family, ex-wife, coworkers...it makes me feel good that you stick up for us and tell them how much you need me in your life, what we mean to each other.
you make me laugh when I cry unexpectedly about going to my exes house and have to face meeting his girlfriend...with your plans about how we're going to get him back, how you're going to intimidate him.
you will hold me for hours, snuggle together, watch chick-flicks with me...I feel comfortable talking to you about anything, but the true test is that I also feel comfortable with our silences.
you are as sappy as me when I tell you sentimental stories or we see a touching movie.
I love the way you can't go by my kids rooms late at night without stopping in their doorways to watch them sleeping and your face softens and you say, "awwwww, look at them, Lori...you have the greatest kids!"
I love the way you refuse to lie to me, how you're honest even when it hurts and you acknowledge that hurt, apologize for it...and I tell you to keep on being real, that I've experienced false good times...and I need your honesty.
You trust me enough to confide your deepest secrets and feelings and we talk about them together.
You are one of the only people who has ever read all five hundred of my poems and cares enough to take the time to understand me.
You still tell me every day that I'm beautiful inside and out, that my parents should be proud of me.
You come to me when you need to cry, let me wipe away your tears, don't hesitate to tell me you need help...I bet you even stop to ask for directions too! Do you know that being able to hurt and feel~means you are still capable of loving. It takes a strong man to admit his weaknesses. You are much stronger than you know and I am watching you become a more beautiful person because of it.
You talk to God every night, pray to him, keep the faith, cry in church when the pastor touches your life with his words.
A few months ago, I wrote a ten-page letter telling you off. You read every word, took it to heart, and kept the letter. And you are willing to admit when you've been wrong.
You are the most sensual man I know and appreciate the nuances of a touch, the anatomy of a kiss, the value of holding a hand, showing affection.
When you asked me why I cared, it had nothing to do with your finances, your looks, your social status~more to do with the way you love with your whole heart, try to be a great dad, an awesome friend, a hard worker, a best friend and lover. I was at a loss for words...told you it was your beautiful eyes, your sweet kiss, the way you make me feel secure when you hold me.
I could tell you wanted more, that you needed to know "why" I thought you were beautiful on the inside...
I think this is more of a love letter than a poem, but it took a lot of reflection to write. I wanted to answer your question, give you the words you craved.
This~ and so much more~ represents "why" you have stolen my heart. You caress my hair and tell me I'm an angel...and I whisper after you've fallen asleep once again in my arms...
So are you, honey.
S o
a r e
y o u.
Lori Beal
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