Literary Litany

This is for my husband, the construction worker.





You are the works shirts and the jeans,
the boots and the grease.
You are the concrete
and the mud.
You are the Packers fan,
and the Reeces peanut butter cup.

However, you are not the flowers,

bubble baths,
or massages.

And you are certainly not pretty pink bows.
There is just no way that you are pretty pink bows.

It is possible that you are wise,
maybe even funny,
but you are not even close
to being a Giants fan .

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the dress shirt
nor the tie.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the Giants fan.

I also happen to be the warmth,
the summer,
and the sunshine.

I am also the coffee beans

and the caramel.
But don't worry, I'm not the work shirts and the jeans.
You are still the work shirts and the jeans.
You will always be the work shirts and the jeans,
not to mention the mud and--somehow--the Packers fan.