A Man walked in front of the mirror and viewed himself-
He did not like what he saw.
He saw a face, old and winkled.
His body, covered in scars—
He considered them ugly.
Imperfections on what were once a sculpted canvas.
His head, still full of hair but faded and gray.
His sides were now flabby and loose.
He turned, bones cracking as he did.
They ached with each motion he took.
His stomach was just as flabby as the rest of him.
What was once polished was now round.
His chest, once powerful in his youth,
was now limp and saggy.
In his reflection, he saw something ugly—
Something old and useless
His wife came behind him.
She saw the sadness in his eyes.
She could not help but to smile,
And so she said;
I see a face that has seen many winters.
One that has faced the hardships of this world.
Not just faced them, but survived.
A face that has worn many emotions over a lifetime,
and hid many more for the sake of his family.
I see an endless sea of gray hairs—
Each strand representing years of wisdom,
accumulated throughout a lifetime.
I see the body of a man who served as a shield.
A man who shielded his family—
His wife and loving kids—
Shielded them from harm.
A man who took the stings, agony and illness;
the brunt of that upon himself.
Sacrificing is own being in order to protect us.
I see not a fat old man.
I see a man who worked hard to provide.
Is it not okay for him to enjoy the fruits of his labor?
Did he not share that with his loved ones?
A man who always made sure his family was fed.
Did he not make sure they ate first,
or had enough to satisfy their bellies?
So does he not deserve the big piece of chicken to fatten his own?
I see a chest shagged and shoulder slumped wearily,
all from carrying the weight to lighten our load.
The weight you carried made it possible for our seeds to grow.
You tried to carry as much as you could, so we wouldn’t have to.
Cracking and creaky bones?
They are music to me.
A reminder of all the sacrifices you have made.
The reason our children were able to grow as they did.
The reason why I can sit here and smile.
You know what I see?
I see a Wise King who did everything he could—
Who fought many battles and proudly wears the scars from them.
All for his family.
I see a Wise King who sacrificed more than I could have ever asked of him.
I see my Loving Husband and a Wise King.
Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown