I let him take me
over the threshold and over
the knee. I served and followed,
harbored up my things
and pilgrimed with him.
They snickered at my choice
when he took over
and I
vigiled that
solitude,
my life.
I labored love,
fierce stitched
and fed him.
Bedded and wifed him.
He never disappointed,
hurt, abandoned.
Husband, love, my life—
poem.