Haiku most humble.

My husband has been
home for well over a month.
No shows on the road.

When he is touring
on a regular basis,
he is gone a lot.

Left here in our home
with son and dog to care for,
cope alone, I must.

I develop a
routine and a rhythm of
life that we stick to.

When my love comes home,
he totally disturbs that.
I get frustrated.

Like a true cooter
I take for granted effort
from him to help out.

I see the things that
bother me more starkly than
those which show his love.

There’s pee on the rim!
You didn’t check his diaper!?!
Pick up your gross socks!

But if I stop and
check in with my heart and think,
I realize this:

Whenever he’s gone,
there are very important
things that we will miss.