Portrait of The Man as The Doctor
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Window Seat 10:30am
A fine head of Silver Hair
graces the brow
of My Husband —
He dresses in Jeans
for Casual Friday
while I fix
His Silver Cat Pendent
around His Neck
I fix His Plain Oatmeal
instant with raisins
& cinnamon
while He sits
before His Computer
reading of worldly events
at quarter to eleven
He rises to put on His Shoes
black Eccos from over six years ago
& gets His Coat —
a leather jacket made in China
from over twenty
He kisses Me at the door
before He drives away
in His black 2000 Lincoln LS
to His Office in Barrington
where He attends
over fifty people
a day
Who Love Him
Strangely affecting – your poetry always seems so simple (not in a bad way, in an elegant way) yet beautiful.
Thank you for this insightful comment.