A poem of immense depth to my wife

In celebration of our eleven year wedding anniversary.

Together we stand, on our wedding day, looking out at our future

Wife: Do you see it, babe?
Husband: Mortgage payments, car payments? I do.

Thank you for marrying me on June 20, 2009
I appreciate it
You are smart
You are fine as a (censored)
You are one of the nicest,
Most caring human beings I’ve ever met
And while this isn’t Mother’s Day
You are a wonderful mom
And so, this poem of immense depth
Would somehow feel incomplete
Without stating this fact.
You are good at yoga
And I extend great thanks
To you for walking around the house
Wearing yoga pants every day —
To quote Sir Mix-a-Lot:
Even white boys got to shout,
‘Baby got back.’
Also, thank you for cooking healthy food
I would be stricken with high blood pressure
And high cholesterol if not for you,
Probably pre-diabetes as well.
I love you.
Thanks again.
Also, don’t let me forget:
We have an IKEA delivery coming at 10 AM.

The boy who bugged you constantly in 9th grade

By Jeffrey Pillow

Jeffrey Pillow is an American short story writer, memoirist, and poet. He is the author of The Lady Next Door. His writing has been published in Urge Magazine, The Nervous Breakdown, 16 Blocks, USA Today, Sports Illustrated,, New York Times, Washington Post, and Richmond Times-Dispatch.

He grew up in the small town of Phenix, Virginia, population: 200, and now lives in Charlottesville with his wife, two kids, and a dog named Mozzarella Cheese. He is a graduate of the University of Virginia where he was a Rainey Scholar. This is his blog.

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