In reading some of the poignantly sad entries of the past few months, I am ashamed. Yet those have been, and still often are, my true feelings. I could write all sorts of happy and beautiful lies, but I think of Shakespeare’s words, “To thine own self, be true.” My diary will be worthless to me if I am not honest with myself. Today I must write about something that fills my soul with hope and joy and love:
by Rosemary Green
I love my husband very much—
I’ve been fifteen years his wife.
So it surprises even me to find a
new man in my life.
I suppose I saw it coming, but I
had no self-control!
He hypnotized away my heart;
he mesmerized my soul.
He never said he loved me,
we’d no need to verbalize.
His charming smile said enough
… and that look—deep in his eyes.
Oh, he’s made my life just
crazy, but I cannot let him go!
I think about him day and
night; I really love him so.
My husband knows about us.
He thinks it rather fun
That I should love this guy so
much… my precious, newborn son!
I feel almost worshipful of my precious Jon Tyler. For these past five months, he has brought sunshine into my bleakest day, my darkest hour. My love lor him is immeasurable. I am overwhelmingly grateful for the precious gift of motherhood. There is no experience on earth that can compare to the delight and sacred reverence one feels when holding a baby.