When I was in high school, we read a poem in which a husband was the speaker.....he talked about his wife so affectionately, mentioning how she was always late to everything, but how everyone loved her........what stands out in this poem is that in the end he talks of how if she were to die all the toys in the world would break.
if anyone could help that would be wonderful...thanks
John Frederick Nims
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing,
Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door,
You make at home: deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
Unpredictable dear, the taxi driver's terror,
Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
Yet leaping before red apoplectic streetcars--
Misfit in any space. And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only
With words and people and love you move at ease,
In traffic of wit expertly manoeuver
And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.
Forgetting your coffee staining our flannel,
Your lipstick spreading on our coat,
So gayly in love's unbreakable heaven
Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.
Be with me darling, early and late. Smash glasses--
I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty
All the toys of the world would break.